Half Drunk Muse Poetry

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Encountering Us, Again

How my inner symphony
tunes itself to these rising and falling suns,
I know now: looking back

how you saw us
as inmost memories of ourselves,
studied in exile.

Our gaze is a laughter in some other love.
Sunset, a child lost and helpless. Come dawn
there will be nothing that is not you.

Submitted by Michael K. Gause Published in All Poems 1999-2004

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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