shall I enter into falsehood
to sow a seed of truth…
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there are barren grounds,
that even with the sprinkles of fertilizers they get
could only wrinkle weeds from the healthy seeds they swallowed.
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and they have made a covenant with peace,
to find it
every time they set forth to ruin the efforts of fruitfulness,
and a little joy.
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but I have made intercessions with Muse,
that their sins be leached away,
and that she warm her way into their roots,
and make them an offering to the pen.
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to burn at her stake,
and break for her sake,
without an inkling.
Fire of Moods 