Homunculus

Oh sweet Erato, how have you drowned in circadian banality?
Yet I chose to waste my only lifeboat
On false muses of bottled deficiency
And settled in liquid, abeyant scapegoat
These drier days bring insipid perspiration
And gapeworms coil within my mouth
I search each crag and stone for inspiration
And cough out unspoken promissory oaths
But just as once you dwelled in flood
And still provided words to fingers
I feel I’ve exhausted both brain and blood
And unearthed only tenebrous anger
Neither submerged state nor arid rock can give to me
So, I must hasten my mind to where shore meets sea