oh muse ! arbiter of inspiration
to failed poets, fallen kings, broken men
unleash thy gift, thy miraculous tipped arrow
rid the clots from the heart mind’s marrow

To see things there aren’t.. illusion-vision, hallucination, isn’t i guess 'normal'. Those are the pleasures of cannabis smokers and cocaine snorters.. Pleasures nevertheless. An unfettered Imagination is then a credible substitute: Behold the gazelle. Amid the lush green grass. In far savanna. Creature of incredible beauty grace poise. Watch her flit through the field. A little jump. A small dash. A nervous flick of her tail. A haughty turn of the head. She snorts She twitches her skin She barks. Happily. (aside: she barks ? well gazelles and deer make cries that are catalogued by men as 'barks'.. where is human aesthetics? does such a pretty being bark. can such an angeline creature bark? like a common mongrel. ok like a highbred canine even. bark like the sorry dog-types that shit on carpets and pee on lampposts? no sir..non ). See her breathe in the fresh dawn smells. Sense her LIVE ! Wide eyed. Coy. Taking a nibble from that plant. Sniffing the aroma from this flower. Chasing a redblue butterfly. Excited. Full of wonder. Filled with Life. Uncaring. Oblivious to the ominous dangers that lurk close. Maybe those lionesses by the shade. Maybe these sulking hyena near the bush...

c'est la vie