Beyond Her Shield

Using me as a weapon

  and not a shield

 

The Muse would

  parry and thrust

 

Attacking with a message

  that wouldn’t yield

 

She prowled my light hours

  in disgust

 

The sword of my fathers

  hers by right

 

To ensure

  tonight’s salvation

 

Collapsing the moment

  reversing my sight

 

Each cut

  a revelation

 

All time was dead

  its hours uncast

 

As she thundered out a

  mystery

 

Her lightning destroying

  all futures past

 

My soul

  —in forced recovery

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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