
Quench I plead, fill my mortal thirst;
release the realms of heaven and hells brutal truths.
Let not the ink of poetic courage,
fear trembling nakedness or captive dreams with-held.
I pray you cast me fearlessly into deep waters of poetry.
Cleanse my soul in flowing tides of metaphor and verse.
For if there is but a glimpse...
of earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, I reach out,
Quench I plead, fill my mortal thirst.







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