One morn a muse meandered in to mind Carolling soft in sacred tongue The spirited song of kindred hearts Clan to which my own belongs She stroked my mind with fearsome flame When all the world had dropped dead Stoking bright and cosmic spark At the center of my head The ebb and flow of epiphanies Through percipient perception course Strange, explosive truths yielded From deep, divinest source Her mind is wider than the skies Which ring with her luscious lullabies