The Muse shows up and the words come gushing.

Starting first as songs, winding their way in pieces

through the still place of mind silence and emptiness

where rambling, hectic, heated thought once ruled,

before that government was usurped, overthrown.

Evolution had to happen. No one likes a tyrant.


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