A Pen's Wages
William Robbins
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Give!
I scream inwardly
and in tortured aloneness,
begging for just one more verse,
one more muse fed line
that with a lusted for crystalline
precision
brings a pinprick
to the abiding
ebon
chamber of ignorance.
Then
in gasp and perspiration
my fingers at last scroll
some vainglorious
ink entree,
which later
I entombed
within my crypt
of martyred inspiration.
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