Poet's Muse

Chris Worley

Dec 1, 2025

1 min read

Inspiration

Something, nothing

Everything

In between

Innate, ornate

Disappointment obliterated

With stroke of …

Magic

Found within, without

Jump and shout

Have no doubt

Overwhelmed, washed over

Complete transfusion

Of joy and passion

Confusion’s clarity

Such a rarity

Yet, always at the fingertip

The whisper

Nothing clearer

Nor more distant

Inspiration

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