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Those who live the muse, must
pass on their passion, through writing
all these voices may be heard.  The
terrible thunder and rage, the hummingbird
in flight from a rainbow cage- all the paradoxes,
all the streams of color spinning together
in wild explosions of words, twisted smashed-
molded and reshaped, the glowing ember left
quietly smoldering in the soul- the elusive dance
of trying to capture the whole.  Let the jubilance
of each unique muse flow ever forward,
the words that dance alive to a rhythm all their
own..

© 2006  Ryan Baier