For John Lennon
A long line of Calliopes clad in lily-white, waiting in the hallway.
Each is enveloped in the darkness of her own, screaming. Drops of sweat
stream down my forehead, falling past my eyes onto the floor. I yell,
"Push, baby, push ...." The last words holding on to the inside of my
muse's womb for hours.
I'm a dreamer ...
a twinge
in my heart
I'm a dreamer ...
a twinge
in my heart
NeverEnding Story, May 6, 2014