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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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2004-03-21 12:07:55] (Date/Time posted on
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