Everything poetries
around me. Words pool
at my ankles, crowd
my shoulders, cry,
"Use me! Use me!"
Barely can I focus
on those here before
another set taps me
on my shoulder to
get my attention.
I'm a stenographer
in this crowded room
of strange voices.
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all the voices in my head 
Yes!!! That sounds like inspiration and those muses are surrounding you. Love it!
Also, isn’t it crazy that the more we write, the more the muses come to play.
That’s true! I’ve had days where almost every hour poems come popping into my head.
I love that!