Sleeping Muse

I plucked
her hairs
one by one
just to hear
the chime
i watched
the little ruby pinpoint
swell—bead—purple
fragile but not mine

her little lip
quivering
as she lay angelic
upon my knee
nothing seemed
of use, i
could not
rouse
the sleeping muse

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