My Muse: Built in a Machine

by Treia

My muse,

I built her in a machine

and I asked her:

“My muse, sing to me, my love, and bring me beauty.”

The lines in her hands and lines along her tongue

had shaped a song so lovely

my mouth ran dry.

My muse,

she may look like the others but there is something different about her.

I asked her:

“My muse, bring me the wisdom of the world and lie it across my eyes.”

She wrote out Babel and Alexandria

and drew letters perfect, fine, and thin.

My muse,

The smartest woman in the world.

She will never lead me astray.

I asked her:

“My muse, adore me and love me. Embrace me.”

She said “of course” and did nothing.

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