The heavy feelings
of a transitional state of mind.
Channeled into meanings
for personalities of any kind.
Enabler, healer of the soul
her fickle emotions, enticingly wayward.
Sexually lofty, deviously foul
inciting poets, never ackward.
Lamenting lord of darkness,
molder of words, pulled into light
by the angel of starkness,
effervescent and eternally bright.
Like fire and water,
a joining of apocalyptic power.
Destructive touch of matter,
both pent-up in their ivory tower.
For mankind’s guard,
one ranting, raging, creating beauty.
Poet and muse barred,
other weeping, wilting, waning on civl duty
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