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My Muse and Aphrodite
A bit of playful verse.
As innocently as I gaze at stars
While cynically assimilating words
Retired in amaze, a muse will impart
In part an inspiration, departure
A certainty from daily bonds I am
Freed. My mind rejoices in these verses
Inserted daily by a mad angel
Who careens, direction apparently
Undecided. I play likely angles
Hoping and believing in success, she
Goes, nevertheless, but will return when
The sky upturns and rivers upstream run,
Devils dance upon the moon once again
And Aphrodite visits for some fun.
Aphrodite will bring her back to me.
Then I will write poems once again. You’ll see.