Calliope sneers

May 14, 2013 § Leave a comment

you know, there was a day when I
held close the notion
that all of those
tales of possibility were true.

it is so. I have my ways and I,
dosed on potion,
have crawled through cold
alleys of the city listening for clues

don’t I now hear baying and cries?
for those chosen
to fall will know
failing and atrocities, the ruse

repeated again
then again
until even nostalgia,
unable to win
the battle of memory and truth,

will curl into itself and keep
the mysterious history of sleep
safe from
the hands of the muse

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