You hear the god-like Muses?
Their voices trembling like
mirrory waters
Coursing through two sacred streams
High above the loftiest clouds
The very waters, which trapped Narcissus:
forged by flying Pegasus' hoof.
There, will the poet find his
liminal revelations
Apart from reason:
Above reason?
Amidst his exquisite
abnormal, inner experiences
Poetry rises like flamed concupiscence
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