When I Met My Muse
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing.
like a locust on the coffee table and then
Her voice belled forth, and the
I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched.
"I am your own
way of looking at things," she said.
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation.
" And I took her hand.
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