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come to me!
come to me golden muse and rise.
the night designs this offering.
I die, bemused.
I, the man fueled by the cruel
taste of longing.
dissection.
the molded ceiling rots.
twists, crooked twists and drops of water,
stop at my hand’s reaping.
I loom. I rue with knees seeking.
the walls hold vacant my shadow’s furnace.
the candle bursting.
golden bloom, let the lines enter.
let them find me, shelter and doom.
come to me golden muse and rise.
the night designs this offering.
I die, bemused.
I, the man fueled by the cruel
taste of longing.
dissection.
the molded ceiling rots.
twists, crooked twists and drops of water,
stop at my hand’s reaping.
I loom. I rue with knees seeking.
the walls hold vacant my shadow’s furnace.
the candle bursting.
golden bloom, let the lines enter.
let them find me, shelter and doom.
— myself
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