twist

twisting turning
writhing burning
where has my
inspiration gone?
where has my love gone?
flown, flown
like the butterfly
though not as
beautiful and graceful
in his flight
night, dark night
where are the stars?
where is my muse?
in the sea, in the sea
drowning in my tears
and the undertow

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