Candice Daquin with an incredible poem
Muse you are an unwanted thing
coming as moth must be drawn unwillingly
for whom of us longs to be captured by the light
denying us rest?
for in the grey of our self-imposed exile
we know no disturbance
our affection is metered and paid for each day
by a short stack of coins all bronze and safe
securing our space in certain harbor
as little boats will never attempt
glorious journeys
but of course there are those unbidden times
like a storm out of the West devours best intent
cutting down our resistance
stark against your person
if you didn’t do anything but exist
it would still hurt
like beauty can make a man cry
unconsciously we dream of ideals
moving in hymn with that part of us
that can be held to the light and fractured
you know my song
before I know my own
emotion
I see…
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