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Tempered steel - Portrait of a Young Man as The Artist — LiveJournal
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Tempered steel
My muse is confined.
It is reclusive and offers
her gender only as an appertif
to my woes. She is armed-
an arsenal of phrases sharper
than 1000 folded steel
and each is bound for me.
It is because nothing is fresh - woe
is over used. Nothing compared
to agony, suffering
sexuality and free lust is new, needed
by her to quell drives
she helps me understand.

Have I offended, my love?
Creativity, sapped by walls
I did not paint,
is a bald-faced lie to my existence.
I cannot weep while eating;
the semblence of three square meals
is grafted to quickening images,
and I am no hunter with quicksilver blade;
Stalking forests with bronze nibs
is my only course - a meal for a tiger
body and mind.

I am without pride nor admonishment
when my muse, gorgon and cow!
abandons me to a forest of nails.
Love is novel in abadonment. Only courage
seeking the face of a blank page
is worth my time. The nails are dull
for I am tempered steel.

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