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To the Lady In My Head (XI)

You are the shapeshifter

And conjourer in the night

Cantenating your spell

Through my speaker light


Blaring your siren

And bearing your soul

Like a fairy with a whisper

Strung out on disco


My speakers bleed

My ear drums ring

And still I smile

Whenever you sing


Because you are forever and always, my lady…



This entry was posted in: Poetry, Uncategorized


My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.

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