Sunday, January 14, 2024

poem

 (untitled)

My aim is to make

your lips part in awe

for a moment in

sudden recognition

of a shimmering

glimpse of truth

hidden amongst

the noise and clutter

of the animal world;

deciphered by a spirit

whom you inspire;

found by a poet

who daydreams

to be next to

a muse like you.

 

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