O Muse of Pyrrhic Sage

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You first touched me while I dreamt,
dreamt in the fallen feathers of a youth spent.
Like a mist gathering from the northernmost edge,
your words laced fire 'round my careful points.


Jagged and yearning --
A slip from a rhythmic tongue,
you parted pages 'gainst my exposed bones,
and I began to feel the infernal burn.


Then came the shadows of your pouring song,
coiling 'round my inkwell, again and again.
Grasping quills splintered, I chased after
your tangle of adages, ablaze in Pyrrhic sage.


I encircle, surmount, supp
'pon the wilderness you forged 'neath covenant ruins.
- o how I gasp behind these eyes blinded by your vision.


Return, I beg thee, O Muse to inspiration's parch and wither.
Soothe the frayed edges of these words sewn together.


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I stepped outside the pressurized bubble to see the world suspended
in its own chill of cosmic wonder.

O how I shivered...



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