alone
on this rainy night
the muse
is my sounding board
for ideas and gossip
two colored truths
in the predawn sky:
one for the muse
the other for me
and my drunken shadow
clichés open
a prismatic window
on my soul
(another cliché, I know) …
killing time with my muse
Note: The title is taken from "Ecclesiastes," 1:9 (NIV):
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
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