Muse What You Do To Me

Muse what you do to me

 Muse O’ what a bruise to me

 Construe a visage

   rendered past so cruel to thee

     What shadowed path brings you true to me

                     Symbols & Matches

                      Blood & Dry casks

Vistas crossed on weathered maps

               errant am I

         Vainly pursuing

      When in steady quiet

   the torrent carries

your voice to me

What hinders the laughter from being a teacher of the truth?

-Horace

(From A Page)

At the corner of the cage

    debilitated stage

Motley does the fool

 grace our reverential haze

     Quicken up the pace

     Fallow is the gaze

 When all one need but ask

 “How do I navigate this maze?”

       hesitate

             ameliorate

          destitute age

 ponder on the question

  “What constitutes a blank page?”

“You look through people.”

   My heart skips

Amber daylight

  What compass steered to this?

                 Cross-hex

                    Transplant

        as the compliment suggests

being in my place

      How?

If that’s true

     then what’s in a gaze?

What renders still

           and seizes the frame

Drinks it’s fill

          refusing the shame

Steely glass

                  or

                       Pooling mercury

          Am I to blame?

       What angel whispered

            that emerald eyes

                    would

        cast such stultifying rays

               Puzzling ways.

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(From A Page)

Those moments

   You felt you’d be forever

 In that parcel

Here again,

       Gone tomorrow

Hand off what-

                -you’d never bargain

     Alight upon each spending

            Here Again,

                    Gone Tomorrow