Lyric Arteries!
We surge the same heart-tube
Brother and Sister Corpuscles
Of poetry -- Scarlet!~ Emboldened! Coursing!
Clotless, no mere composing cholesterols of Time.
Immortal such fluid spirit never doubt
The muse pulsed us in and sacred throb
Will let us about – God judges poets not.
Blame it on the Muse!
Such lie Heaven will overlook.
Next to the ledger, I am certain
Also fondly abides~ a fine verse book!
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