a bolt of your beauty
rakes my eyes
with white-hot claws-
a thunderous cadenza
played on the keyboard
of my mind-
carrying me away
with the powerful passionate pace
of its rib-shaking grandeur,
over reality's obstacles
into meadows and coverts
of half-realized flourishes:
tongues of flaming arpeggios-
concerto of the muse.
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