muse

i’ve trained my brain to be a non-linear entity
to flow fluid liquid till it’s oozing out my ears
& fingers & it feels like the universe is in me
& it wants to speak thru us all

i submitted to the will of the universe
as a defiant teen an act of rebellion
the stars my destination
& what a long strange journey it’s been

wouldn’t trade in a moment
writer’s job’s to be non-rational
hands thrust into guts & chakras
even at the price of being a bum

think how the brain makes mind
of that mythical less-than-15%
efficiency’s built in the machine
the unplumbed depths of what’s possible

think of billions of cells, trillions, quadrillions
each little worker ant a hothouse of work
given direction by what we think believe know
& manifesting minute by minute

every experience we’ve ever had can live quite happily
nestled in our skulls, safeguarded by our inattention
(memory’s written & rewritten in proteins,
forgetting can actually protect all that data)

& even ones we’ve never had can be
imagined visualized owned lived richly
in a moment or for a lifetime
or for just a short story or a poem

& how to make all that data collide
without taking control of every little bit
a sisyphean task of which i’ve no interest
easier to let go of it let the muse take charge

or whatever’s in charge up there
i’ve barely got command down here
trust the universe ever more every day
to take me where i need to be

to make me eat my lima beans
to bring me the muses i want
to let me know how to behave
from inside or out whether i like it or not

i trust what goes off in my head
this trained tangential tangle of transmitters
puts truth to power puts me on the line
everytime & everytime intuition trumps

random jangle of nerves & desires
guiding everyone & i’m just one of them
& i have ground under my feet
thank the universe

copyright 2007 by Kia Gabrielle McLean