enter the fray my
last muse
I would have it no other way
zipping over the mesas to
add to my stamina of vision
before wisps of corruption
enter this soul who so yearns
the intervention of your power
hot as earth’s core and sultry as the sun
come quickly as you may or can
add to my soul and replace its losses
my heart sought you in every form
and lost you again in every dissolution
come again to renew this spirit
hopeless in dedication to the creativity
owed entirely to your choosing me at all
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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