Another short tangent for a very long point

Whatever happened?

The muses were singing

the juices were flowing,

whatever happened to the forward influence

and lust and drive of the mind

and so of the state of being

and its other.

It’s wrong and possesive

of the daily hour.

Annoyed at the simple; broken

into stanza and meditative powers

of the mind of the soul 

and the likeness

of its all and seat.



Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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