Apology to my Muse

And now I remember,

my dear,

why we parted ways so long ago.


perhaps ’tis not that I remember,

perhaps it is only now that I comprehend.


And how we shared in that time,

through that darkness you guided me,

and I knew you,

and you me,

though I knew you framed in that darkness,

and along those treacherous paths of pain

and isolation

and self-damning murderousrage!


So please forgive,

if anything exists of that need,

for that association

between you and that pain.

That pain was my own,

my burden and care.


And so,

in this place,

in this nebulous nothing of ether,

we meet again finally,

to embrace in that insanity that is poetry.


I have missed you so,

and I am eager to dance.




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