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The Muse
Contributed by
westcannon
on
Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 12:07:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The Muse
The Muse comes to me
But recoils in horror when she sees within
She turns without words
And covers her face as she hastens away
The gloom is there
The penetrating past, present and future, as one
Thoughts, both piercing and dull
Frightening and forbidding, an ugly whole
The dervishes whirl
Clamoring of known defeats and perceived victories
They laugh without knowledge
They scream without truth and they offer no aid
Let me go
Release me to that noiseless chasm
If only for just a moment
As Stevens said, “let be be finale of seem”
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westcannon
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2004-03-21 12:07:55] (Date/Time posted on
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