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2008
a soft refrain, sung my angels,
drowned out and down and out,
but never surrender to the pretender within.
thin skin breeds the sin of illusion
and I'd rather see the bullet that gets me,
sets me apart from the previous moment,
from proactive and reactive to memory.
until the open the books and find
I found a way to catch my mind
dancing to the rain.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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