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Muse









Muse





I'm back home/
So I try to act whole/
When the actual/
Facts throw/
Me for a loop, I'm damned, ghost-/
Ed by the past, so/
I ask jov-/
Ial people what they have more/
Of than me, that smoke/
Has to point to a fire, a vast snow/
Fall of ash coats/
My hands, soaked/
In the blood of my kin, I'm casual/
And that broke/
Me wide awake/
I can take/
The silence, strained/
Relationships and the time away/
As the straw that finally breaks/
The camel's back, the tidal wave/
I was splayed/
Out, righteous may-/
Be, but try to face/
This life I stake/
Like a raise/
At the poker table with every line I gave/
Breath to on this rhyming page/
No longer that minor slave/
That writhes in vain/
To fight, escape/
From this icy plain/
Of fiery pain/
But it's fine, I'll stay/
Because it's your lies I've slain/
Not with violent wag-/
Ing wars but because I would rise and pray/
For you, and will until my dying day/
So in solitude/
I walk anew/
Not entombed/
In parlor rooms/
With bars and booze/
But free to cross the dunes/
With nothing but my Cross and two/
Fists, whether to box and bruise/
Or sit in a shop or booth/
Drinking coffee smooth/
And offer truth/
Through this poetry, my constant muse/


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