Muse #14
The greatest art never sees the light of day
Benevolence is my bane
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Breakdown of Rhyme
Sir
Benevolent scholar charting the stars, tickling the minds entombed behind bars. Rolling dunes divide the sky, sifting for kindness, desires beg to fry. Moth to flame, desires remain, no closer you trek, your benevolence is my bane. Sir…what logic you blur…the zest I stir is what all teachers prefer. |
Remarkable nose |
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.