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[title] => The Muse
[time] => 2004-03-21 12:07:55
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[bodytext] => 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” [comments] => 0 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 13 [informant] => westcannon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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