Cathartic

Poetry

Pre-Dawn pleasures

I awaken with a mind

Full of images

Disconnected from the

Universal flow

The Muse pulls my training wheels

and with a violent push

I go

Blank parchment fills with

Words

I cleanse so that the

Muse will visit me nightly

to entrust me again with

Secrets

hither to Unknown

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