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, ...)