Insperation

So here is
where I start:
again without  a muse.
But alas
in her absence
I can still write!
For
inspiration is not a human being
but a creature of habit
that comes and goes
freely
bringing with it
unknown
priceless literary
treasures
from the deepest
and
farthest regions
of
the human soul.
Thusly making inspiration:
inconsolable,
uncontrollable,
and vastly
unpredictable.
Forcing
mortal poets
 like me
to conclude:
Inspiration
is a creature
created by God.
For
it is also
invisible.