Verse 5
you sat & laughed
& wept & nothing happened
while your brithers’burned out in spasms
& returned with images
of the wind
you were the uns-en
master of words
who laid the muse
on an altar of energy
& then something from
a dream seemed to
tell you to move on
you looked for the muse’s
sister in your sleep
even her mother!
you found you could give
a thousand faces to a lady
in the dark
you found you could give
a thousand faces to a lady
in the dark
but she never really changed
give her 80,000 words
to whisper in the dawn
& somehow she never
really changed the the sound
within
you called her different
names to bring her out
but she never moved
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