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Capricorn Caper


most lyrical of muses

to you I lift my flute

inscribe my lines


My head is risen above the clouds

from whence I look down on thee


My greatest pleasure is observing

how your fingers grasp my pen

inspiring me to greater efforts


When you are joined by Erato

her lyre and flower

playing sweet music

I tremble like a tree

engulfed in storm

my branches shake

my fruit tumbles to the earth


Where intoxicated

I awaken to find


The channel changed

from muses after midnight

to newscasts in the morn


And I’m left

dreaming of two

white and frozen statues

like a goat without a horn

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