Epic
Lift your veil and honor me by your gaze,
that I might look into your arcane thoughts
and read the deepest memoirs of your soul.
I bleed in a field of bygone epos,
enduring to be steeped in your epic.
Where does this pained embattled conscious end?
Where does the fettered subconscious begin?
Perhaps they dance together in a void,
of warring desires in a mortal coil.
Freed in your eyes, cast me upon the sea,
adrift upon your imagination.
Share with me your novel,
and I will share with you my atlas.
I wrote this poem as vers libre, but with decasyllabic lines, save for the final two which are short and direct.
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