Inspirwhat?

Inspiration, oh what is that
that once encrusted this old soul
gilding its edges with
what's more precious than gold
I should go prospecting
it occurred to me suddenly
in a rush
on the peak of pristine
I caught a glimpse of it up north
and, how cliche,
touched down
on a town
of glass boxes and cold, hard surfaces
that glittered like snake eyes
and forgot what it even looked like.