From what tableau do they enter?
Where are they born?
Nescience of mind?
Mindless nescience?

Why do they tease, exist, hide?
What sunders them from me?

Toying with me
like a useless, worthless appurtenance.
I lie alone, foolishly waiting.

They are there,
my mind here.
Ready to receive,
starved imagination waits.

Is creativity lost?
My life, manufacture of verse.
I write, I live.

Return Muse, Wordsmith.
Absence causes heartfelt fear,
unbearable despondency, despair.

COPYRIGHT 2001 by Michael Bonanno
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