Densities 477

as soon as I quit
playing the game
I felt free
marginalized
uncreated

Densities 465

my heart will self destruct
at the end of its poem
hands and feet enslaved
to the task
it took almost 60 years to open
my fist
with the other hand
that hid itself in shadows
let me say it again
I love you
with a love
that has nothing to do
with you
no matter what you believe
there’s more to it

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Picking sheep wool
    off of the
Ocean spray
    scratching posts
The raven couple
    prepares
to pad their nest;
practical harmony.

THE HOLLOW MUSE

Finding my Muse
With love
She filled my soul
Overlayed
With vitriol