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Babbling daemons
Of chaos, of
Remembrance and
Lost dreams retained,
Secret betrayals and
Truth inescapable,
Dark refuge of light,
Come join me
At my empty table.
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We shall dine on
Dead thoughts
And take sustenance
From broken hearts,
Laughing and starving
Sharing company
With Mnemosyne
And the Muses, nine.
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Bear … 03.09.2015
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Δαιμονία Νύμφη-θεάς Μνημοσύνης
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Big take-away from this poem is this couplet:
“Come join me / at my empty table.” In itself, that’s a great poem (and invitation) to Mnemosyne, remembrance herself. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thanks, Jeff.
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