The muse can be found
In high places
Where through the back door 
You can see the ground though the floor of the balcony

A precipice runs along to the front door
The muse can be found in remote places
Where and when you would never
Choose to go

Vertigo and other things heavy 
Headed for the other side
Into the air
Falling like a Mary hail

Theres no bell at the front door
Up a suicide cliff
At the edge of the earth 
Not the end of the world

It's peak at the summit
Can you hear me call?
Can not ever rest
Even while stationary

Up to your third flaw
Almost off the map
Thin air
Stone through to a statistic

Into deep water
Spinning movement 
Off balance - Sanpaku eyes
Her Beta blocker doesn't stop the whirling sensations

Where only golden egos dare
Flying high 
Standing lying 
Waiting

Some men need extreme sports like fast motorbikes
Or tightrope walking without a harness
This 
Is more than enough for me

*Contains bits of poems I wrote previously on a similar theme