the guest

don't wait for the world
to offer you a catalyst
art isn't milk
to be squeezed from udders of inspiration

isolation won't make you
a prophet
nor is industry the answer
to unlock the mystery

you think you heard the calling
follow it with aspiration
get upset when it taunts you
greedy when it finds you

you never understand
your role as the carrier
the host
the whim for art
to pour itself through

yet it's usually from
feeble hearted souls
who burn themselves inside
out to birth it
that it flows best

the pearl that itches the shell
into oblivion