The Muses are restless tonight—
they've had too much to drink,
and are now incapable of containing
their powers with any amount of dignity
or restraint.
Unabashed by their renewed sense of innocence,
their sublime ignorance,
and lust for More,
they look me straight in the eye,
and I crumble.
They look away, unamused,
as I run away,
with what's left of their Wine.
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