Old Soul

I found a scripture written in ancient lore, the words jumped from the page the way a fish catches its prey. Looked at my muse…. I asked in dismay, “Who thinks up stuff like that???!!!”

Its like when Freud said, “Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.”

My muse tonight, he built a fire and said, “…Let us talk philosophy, While the roast is on the spit. That moonlit thing which wavers there, what have we to do with it?…”

Sure… Let’s pretend we are fellow travelers in cyberspace. Forget the rum..

“Give me to drink Mandragora…”

The beast was here all along…


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