Swallow Yourself (Poem)

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

And the mask did shimmer and flow like molten gold

but where did the tattered robe of the exalted King go?

Chant and scream until all in unison sing--

Once, for the twin suns that rival to be seen,

Twice, for the black stars and the glow of strange moons,

Thrice, for Lost Carcosa whose disguised lies are truths.


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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

Ekphrastic Poem derived from https://www.artstation.com/artwork/v115ya?fbclid=IwAR3oKdbADMSliuSHrF50yWSvpAPk8cygF3GVKLrio6jxxQ9D2ILkxzud3k

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