Muse 1 Poem by Josh Alfred

Muse 1



Fashion this my passion
The marrow and bone
Of my disquieted soul
The curly outline of my
Begotten body,
Twisted, turned, than bent
In motion, winding with
-a Muses beck and call.

Monday, July 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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