Trying to open my
mind,
To muses lost in time.
The ticking clock erases,
All their distant traces.
Eyes closed again I send,
Siren calls upon the wind.
They echo back alien, weird, and twisted,
And disappear like they never existed.
Ripples I see remind and taunt me,
Fleeting words that mock and haunt me.
I will my tongue at last to speak,
The honeyed words to make you weak.
But my muses remain cruel and fleeting,
Leave me silent only my heart beating.
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