Using me as a weapon
  and not a shield

The Muse would
  parry and ******

Attacking with a message
  that wouldn’t yield

She prowled my light hours
  in disgust

The sword of my fathers
  hers by right

To ensure
  tonight’s salvation

Collapsing the moment
  reversing my sight

Each cut
  a revelation

All time was dead
  its hours uncast

As she thundered out a
  mystery

Her lightning destroying
  all futures past

My soul
  —in forced recovery

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)