^z 30th September 2023 at 7:28am
| Make me thy field of words, O Muse: Tonight plough down my soul! Tear roots and stems into a loose And fertile verbal loam. Strike symbol-sounds to clash and splash Within heart's darkest groove. Cleave thou my thought like knife through flesh; Inflict upon me truth. Embrace me, clasp me, conjugate Thy magic with me, till My mind and thine as one share fate, And wit, and soul, and will. Give tongue to my unspoke desire; Sow straight my furrow bent. Blast now my sodden earth with fire: Seize me, thy instrument. |
TopicPoetry - TopicArt - TopicLanguage - 2003-04-10
(correlates: DayBreak, SublimeNight, CaveThought, ...)