INNER SANCTUM PEELED

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JOURNAL#26

language tastes like music

while vanity weeps in song

an obvious tribute

to the mind and larynx

a melodious assault on the

senses

prolonged

a delicious comeuppance

for intent

an inner war yet to be won

partaking of the cognitive

buffet

magic flows in the body of

the pen

vast creativity revealed

circumspects the savagery

unraveling within

peddling one's muse away

ecstasy apart

from all the old silences

the birds

only contribute

to the morning's symphonic

greed.............

(written March 1, 2002 1230am)




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