I finally see her
my tiny muse
she is shy
doesn't want to be captured
or made any less transient
she seems to beck and call towards sacrifice
'let all that you are out into the world while time eats you away'
oh trickster spirit i glanced you for a moment,
set off to undermine my comfort and sanity
in the hopes that I climb up
the ladder is unknown to me
and yet i sense its heights in the back of my mind
you flutter beneath my sight
pulling levers and plotting a course
to the unknown shores of my becoming