Where do your ideas come from?

These phrases flit across the surface
Just beyond my grasp
They burrow deep
They sup at the well
Of muse and madness

Spring forth putrid fruit
Rotting and roiling
Spring forth ambrosia
Perfect and shining

The true of inspiration
Digs it’s roots
Deep

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