Cast not light aspersions
on mysteries dark and deep
in subtle inept diversions
meant to lull one to sleep
Fear does bind the selfish core
which lacks the will to hear
Melodies of an infinite score
playing on in every spirit's ear
They draw a short straw
and sip their own wine
instead of imbibing
a liquor divine
Yet one taste of the rich
One velvet, blood red
shall pull up the tent pegs
and dance in the head
and swim past the clouds
of flames in the dark
and will find all the secrets
of a universal heart
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The Nautilus
PuisiWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
