Love Muse

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Perspicacity emanates from her,
A vessel of most pure living crystal,
a sensual illuminati, sparking imagination
through a galvanic prism decree,
traveling to diversely-awing places;
she is the angelic love muse of me.

Ephemerally enlivening, she stirs the
Cosmic kismet in the poet's soul.
She bathes him in the springs of Helicon and Pieris 1
enigmatically energizing his natural predilection,
turning his desire of procreation into seeking
out those places where heaven touches terra:
silently stalking the soul of Being until it is
ensorcelled by the ipsissima verba of poets past.
She lies on his lap, purring her satisfaction.

1. The Pierides

Well, we've had fun, google and I. Your vocabulary is so far removed from mine (and I enjoy being sidetracked) that it takes a while. Some words are familiar but I check them to see if I've got it correct, and some don't even ring a distant bell (ipsissima verba).

So while I've enjoyed it I'm just starting to read it in earnest.

First, although I love the first line, when I read it aloud I get the faint odor of perspiration, maybe that will wear off.
Second, I'm curious, is your muse catlike or a cat?

I'm having a good time with this, thanks for posting it.