Poem : The Seed that Falls

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engage the very heart of that insensate harpy :

perched upon the edge of your insensate brain,

parched with thirst for scrivenings condensing

in the folds of these the pages of your mind

the crabbed unfolding ravings of your muse :

for she is your beginning.

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