A pen uncapped to record loose, restless thoughts from many months; many moments missed.
Noxious permanent marker-fumes fountain from frustration-etched words. Pacing during the hours of sleep; the company of sleepwalkers.
Scent-summoned, signaled by sentence-scratching and scribbling, four crows gather. An eight-clawed perch of loyal, black-winged inspirers. For many months, for many missed moments, they have waited.
Patient, prepared.
(This is the revelation of my muse, muses.)
