This is just me looking for the smoke and by that I mean the ability to do words like I did years ago when the Muse came unannounced. I'm not looking for rhythm or rhyme or even sense of it. I was able to travel once to keep my perspective then it was gone.
I'm not sure if it was small insanity or me reaching for gravity but that was magical. I left my body and wrote for hours day in and day out. Right now I'm just taking notes. To be continued. The Duende.