My thoughts are afflicted, and
The excruciation of not hearing has
Empowered Pluto’s scheming and
Persephone’s arrant dominions

As my ally and friend
I entreat you to take away
The shackles of my indignation and
Allow me to cast off these old boots of
Knowing so I may receive the warmth
Of your countenance and a blessed
Surcease of endless grieving

For long have I toiled
Against the buffeting winds;
Tempted by leviathans crafty plots;
Through days of disguised wickedness;
Ensnared by the machinations of evil men;
Bound in cages forged to enchant me;
Influenced by the Cyprian goddess;
Seeking a place of empathizing to
Fully apprehend the unveiling
Of Calliopes exquisitely
Woven garlands

Come forth ancient Muse
To shower grains of life in me;
To reanimate my unyielding heart;
To proffer me the mysteries of reason -
Shared in the most consummate aether -
Where angelic murmurations bubble
As the purest of woodland currents,
And the heart sings its sad songs -
It is here I seek the supernal
Happiness of a soundless
Demise

Bereft am I now of
Thoughtfulness, and my
Tongue is as useless as the
Mute poet of Lesbos



Richard Lloyd Cederberg
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