Prosperity in Creativity

Prosperity in Creativity

Where does it come from?

Is it in a shoe, or a hat, or a cat or a, gnat?

Is it in a light wind behind you that you don't notice till you aren't paying attention?

Does it creep up on you like salamanders?

Does it fall from the sky like a pie in your eye?

What does it smell like?

Is it rancid with reason or renounced with rhyme?

Is it sweet with success?

Is it under your morning breath pillow case?

Does it evade perfume?

Who has it now?

Is it a ball being tossed from blonde to brunette and back to the black?

Is it kept in a silver sliver or a slithering saunter?

Did God eject it into the atmosphere just out of vertical reach,

or did satan hide it behind the bottle of Jack Daniel's?

Where did it go?

Did it sink, swim, saunter, or sprint away?

Did it disguise itself with a number in your bank account, or shrink itself to the biggest amount?

Did you prosper when we weren't looking upon you or have you withdrawn till the time is right with heavenly light to illuminate your might?

Did you come and go; heck if I know.

Dear Creativity, please send your prosperity. 

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