It’s right there
Brilliance, passion, creativity
Taunting me –

Inspiration that ebbs and flows,
Its chroma too pale to recognize
Until greyness overwhelms again

I can feel the sharp corners
scratching against my grasping fingers
Can hear it somewhere nearby

Flirting with the cusp; chasing
wishing I could close my fingers around it
and just breathe

but the satisfaction looms
just out of reach
increasing the space between us

the sharpness of my gaze, its insistence to see
has no effect, can’t clear the fog
it never dissipates entirely

I try to muster up indifference
Rid myself of the desire
To move and to shake

And then this intense lack; the distant motivation
Would have no effect
Could not cause such distress

But it’s out of my hands
I’m stuck
In the place between inspired
and colorless