Possibly, A Valediction

God gave you a muse & you’re killing her.
Her wings are drenched, exhausted.
The feathers try to try to crawl but they’re not
The imperative, conscious elements.
Understanding the burden you bare,
Through divination & your heart,
Is what I’m here for:
I cast little spells of poise & amity
In the beautiful enchantments given
First to poetry:
Here it settles like a bird,
Transient sojourn,
Cocks its head, coolly & departs into the wind
With conveyance.
This hurricane you’re rearing, be careful,
Summon the weight to the crux,
Or drown all will in sorrow.