Muse

Why is poetry called music?
Surely it sounds far less fantastic.

Seek, and ye shall find
It has rhythm or rhyme;
Or both, intertwined,
Drawing consciousness
From surface to the deep,
Where image, idea, and vision
With the inner melody leap.

The Muse discriminates not activity,
And treat all with same equanimity.
Though things appear separate,
Down deep they are connected.

She rushes not to anywhere,
She's already arrived,
Her algorithm accomplished.

 

Author: Charlie Lu
Posted: February 10, 2023