inspiration's life

context will attempt to drain 

almost all of the blood 

out of every inspiration's life.

one has to be the madness 

of their internal radiant light 

to survive,

to be the stampede of their zeal, 

beyond any horizon's upcoming approval,

to be the invincibles of math 

of their own inquisitive madness,

the essence of an uncuttable diamond,

the wink of an eon

in every second's existence presenting.

to be that 

which will strip down every path of results

into a wholeness, basking without exception,

to be that of which has no memory of inception

and will never experience extinction,

beams faster than just intake can absorb

and outpaces eventual hearsay effortlessly, 

gives randomized a dignity, 

beyond representation false front,

has boundless as an initial greeting smile,

exists beyond the embrace 

of any emotional climate control, 

is creatively resourceful 

beyond any medium's last breath,

bothers with details as if personified,

has grandness as a presence 

as if closely holding hands,

handles expectations 

as if lips relaxed, parted and waiting,

has an ongoing heart-rate 

beyond knowings intention of resistance,

accepts all feedback 

as a late evening's comforting breeze,

absorbs all fumes at their source

and alters the diet of every doubt,

defies every attempt at branding as ownership, 

is bountiful living 

on the prairie of next thoughts,

grazes on emotions that oncoming bloom,

gives every breeze a zestful purpose 

beyond its apparent vacancy to stare.

inspiration has coloration as eventful sighs

and gives all of life 

its animation of movement, 

as its eternal blessing 

and thus, permeating throughout  . . .