Thursday, July 3, 2014

Embolden me Whitman, Emily, and Hemingway
Muse me into language that is mine yet yours
Allow your genius to enter my soul
Don’t be selfish holding on

Somehow, even in death you are alive
Even more so than ever before
When you were breathing full
Now, your verses – your prose
Sing – strong, beautiful – amazing!

I close my eyes and conjure you with me
I am surrounded my your visage
I glorify in the beauty that is you

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