Muse:Flown

Hey pen,
I am open
to resistance
and subversion
and I know not what.
What I know
from your end
is
that
everything
I know I know
is likely wrong
and subject to
the gods
who would drive us mad
with all
that they know
they know.

Hey pen,
these named startles,
scratched out of you,
bled out of,
burst out of,
this feathered explosion of
words
from
your
nest
flogging the wind wild,
O Pen,
Never
to
return.
Not ever.