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by Jeph Johnson

Stark sublime remarks
   sound blatant
            under her guise
of being in the dark
      and opening my eyes.
She speaks discreetly
   words resounding with doubt,
questioning mysteries
      I know nothing about.
Confusion
   reduces
this wondrous muse
   to uninspiring woe;
This happens when
   I have to choose
from choices I don't know.
I wave goodbye
to words
like "love"
abandon
feelings
like "touch"
dull
my sense
of knowledge
before it becomes too much
So I dance
alone
without my pride
as madness
fights
with the facts
I hide
in this
tunnel of love
I've crawled inside.
She's the one I belong beside