Always great and interesting,

"the muses refused the sculptor's call
moulding hands lost the touch
now they can only maim and destroy"

I was writing a email a few days ago
to a dear friend, and was telling her
how I was in a mood,
and was talking about creative hangover,
or waiting around for the muse to return,
which feels much like

"give over to unseen forces
wait for them to deliver"