The Fear of Obscurity

“Silhouette of a person with an umbrella walking in the rain during night-time in Melbourne” by Mike Wilson on Unsplash

It’s not the rocket ride up Jacob’s Ladder
that does it. Nor is it the lunar landing
on the surface of accomplishment that
puts your ass in the chair and makes your
fingers fly across the keyboard.

The pressure is your recharge button. The broken
spear tip between the ribs needling your heart
with all the things you have to get out of your
mind and on to the page. That’s the real muse,
the terror that someday all that will be left
is the question

“Steve who?”

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