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Admitting
my failures
I
am permitted service in her wake
Admitting
the penetrating wonders
I
am allowed her flames of inspiration
My
Muse lashes upon my secret pride with the furies of her Illumination
She
wails upon my limitations with the focus of the pities she denies
What
is taken from
is what completes
What lowers to and upon
is what upraises and uplifts
To
be under and to be taken is the most generous of her gifts
is what
ennobles and redeems this lost heart and soul
She
is every bud and petal, all that flowers upon these lips
She
is the rain and my elixir, all that paints these limbs into being
A
man's pride is transformed by his humility
His
arrogance converted through his humiliation
To
raise his face to her betterment becomes the music which he hears
To
raise his secrets into her light becomes his freedom from his fears
I
am taken to the chamber
am held
transfixed beneath the glories
Giving
becomes receiving:
I
am the most becoming of men
Solely
because my deepest gift is devoutly to receive
Strength
submits:
I am the strongest of men
Solely
through my most devout submissions
I
eschew secrets and prideful male thick-headedness
am openly
bowed before the Muse who luxuriously awaits
She
engulfs and overflows and comes in waves upon these arid shores
Ensures
and fulfills and comes in rolling majesty o'er this drear abyss
Her
aura draws the devout and devours the vile
Her
lunar sway takes Time completely Out
I
sleep only to awaken and am the dream between the breadth of her sighs
She
wills my every least compliance and flays my merest complacency
She
sounds the drum that is the beating of the sun's own shining rays
She
burns thru the parchment of the laws that no longer apply
the
Muse encircles the triangle
and She squares the
numerologies of the stars
the
Muse descends in silent raptures
to fields and fissures of
roughest clay
She
heals the wounds and laves the heart's unkindest cuts
She
enters in fury and fills with delight and causes Song where she goes
She
is the Beginning and the Continuance
She
is All of All we can ever know of
Everything
that still Matters.
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