Invoke the Muse

Speak to me
Bring forth the image you sought
When I was made,
Created to create
The ends of my means\

Offer to me
The sweet caress of your vision
The gentle gift in my mind
Your effort your power
To imagine, to build, to satisfy\

Fight with me
Against that force
Unnameable immovable
Ever present and fleeting still
Pushing back on my dreams\

Come with me
Into the wild into the void
Where land remains uncharted
The beauty yet to be,
I craft out of clay