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The Last Muse
Certainty waits in caves, lost and found, in modern sites, Where chaos helms the deep layers of dimensional light; Far, in May's cool autumnal nights,—her footsteps trek A prism of thought,—constellations tracing her back. I was studying the key that she left me in dreams. Shape the stars; by her vague, distant words, all what it seems. These visitations, we've shared, give of a bluish flame Burning now! Crude demons quake before an honest name! No loss, in air or shallow waters, can try defer, Or now declaim! of the hidden world we now prefer. Written in a destiny I found searching her eyes' Brown sand, the truth of a shared dream never fades or dies! Last night! We saw the old stars die and fade to nothing. Only tarnished nickel and broken gold were touching The throne of my beauty's soul, from the base of her neck To the white, heated slope of her breast, till my lips met, With my warm silver water of stars at last reborn, This Muse's softly beating heart,—and new life was formed. So come again! and never leave now, my bed of yours. Smooth as this world we'd always been destined to create, In you,—I have seen the eyes of this new child of ours.
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