my muse did not die
on the contrary
she has awakened the poet
who was sleeping
in a sodden haze
dreaming
of a maudlin maze
wearing an ersatz mind
in the dullness
of a winter's day
and she has taken me
to a stream
deep within a forest
which has given me
new strength
to face the quotidian realities
of a business life
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