Always great and interesting,
"the muses refused the sculptor's call
moulding hands lost the touch
now they can only maim and destroy"
I was writing a email a few days ago
to a dear friend, and was telling her
how I was in a mood,
and was talking about creative hangover,
or waiting around for the muse to return,
which feels much like
"give over to unseen forces
wait for them to deliver"
Thank you, Daniel:)