Odin, as the muse I breathed words for

I've been afraid to come here,
face to face with you.
Fear of...
disappointing you,
as if you were my
magical god on high
with all the right answers,
and I, a pauper,
pining for your syllabled scraps.

Bryce cured me of you,
and then Bryce and I broke up.
We lived in time
pulse to pulse.
He broke through your spell.
Powerful being!
As powerful as you!
You helped me understand the reality of Magic.
He helped me understand the magic of Reality.

We breathed earth
car smoke,
each others' feet.

With you, I breathed words.
With you, I despised reality.
We lived in our fourth dimension
exhaling words and love.

I understand magic now.
Thank you, beloved Odin.
How deeply I still say hello.
I think it's time I recognize
that Reality is trying
to be my friend.