Really seem to be off today. I am sitting and writing at the typer and waiting for the real inspiration to come out, maybe I am just thinking about it too hard. The inspira may have found me in this first draft which is now about 2.5 pages long or about half the length I imagine it at the end – might as well shoot for the stars –
ad astra per aspera
expecting too much form the muse puts a damper on the relationship and this doesn’t work the other way around.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 
say something