Muse #11
The greatest art never sees the light of day
Obedient Grace
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Prada Purgatory
Counterfeit skin, bathed in lace, selling goods, unrelenting pace. Clothing is key, to survive eternity, when I undress myself, free-will volunteers to flee. There is no light, there is no time, there is no age, there is no correspondence of sound between words or the endings of words. I stare into a vacuum, compelling me to pose, my dignity for sale, as my body fills these clothes. I’ve been told my voice, is melodic and serene, a wake that soothes, a compulsive routine. My apartment is my nest, not the least bit oppressed; humility is my quest, as I dwell under house-arrest. I’m undressed like a manikin, my smile frozen in place; I enjoy free-will, with obedient grace. Purity is my ideal, and this is my story, an eternity to enjoy, living life in Prada Purgatory. |
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The End
What makes you a muse?
Let's talk. I want to document your life through the anonymity of my poetry. People who read your poetry will realize how beautiful you are without knowing what you look like. The body is a consequence of the mind; the mind is a monster. Why? Hell is in the head (biblically). If you remove the body from the equation, the mind is forced to focus on empathy. Why? It feels isolated. Within that is solitude...where there is no prospect of sexuality interfering with your value.
Through your online activity I develop an understanding of your essence. Those who step forward will be assigned a number. That number is the only link from my poetry to your essence.
You are free to use my poetry to share yourself in ways sexuality cannot.
Through your online activity I develop an understanding of your essence. Those who step forward will be assigned a number. That number is the only link from my poetry to your essence.
You are free to use my poetry to share yourself in ways sexuality cannot.