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My Muse
I've spent all the days of my life by myself, Contending with my eccentric creativity, In quest of the muse of my youthful dreams,
The exquisite, gentle eidolon mentors told me Would eventually bend to my wiles, Light my quest for ecstasy,
Deliver, to me, a shadow of her originality, An atom of God's mind, That I might be inspired to compose the cosmos.
But after all these decades, What I've discovered is that there is no muse, Only loneliness, to illuminate my poetry.
10/30/09 - (2)
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