in the quest for a tragic muse
a foreign stimulus
that pours out words like crashing thunder from the heavens
penetrates the infinite with chronic verse
and bleeds its voice through every inch of me
i long to obliterate
.......................disintegrate
to walk through the shattered illusion of time
silently creeping to the edge of the abyss
while spewing a torrential rage
into the savage melancholy of existence
with words
i long to feed on the marrow of life
that is free from boundaries
and void of all rationale
to bolt away on terminal dreams
at the speed of light
and to present the universe to the obscure
i long to sail the drunken boat of freedom
carousing through the sizzling waters of desire
into the womb of a vestal virgin
feeding her life for the first time
i long to meet blues bards,
poet prophets
that fried in the sunlight of their youth
i long to write the perfect word
of life, death
living and dying
of holiness and desecration
of the agony of happiness
and the emptiness of bliss
of the finite that is infinitum
and the innocence that pervades in all
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