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Monday, July 2, 2007

"Polyphemus"


King Cretheus in death
Has no meaning for me
Many times I have been falsely
Mistaken for an Argonaut
Although I am not
My sheep were misled
And totally enslaved
Little did they know
That in their underbelly
Nobody clung to their wool
Desiring to make escape
Leaving me to fend in blindness
Yet still able to see
My own memory of the sea
From the place where my father resides
Within the waves that defy all time
Poseidon knows my heart
In anger Acis died from my rock
Yet I still am able to find solace
Galatea is still singing forever
That allows me to continue my intercourse
Between my mind and my heart
In the absence of my own sight

~Moses~
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