Tomb Stone As A lonely Charm – Installment 5

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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