
It is my Muse, you see;
he has vanished to the beach.
Once in a while, like tonight,
I escape into sound and a new
sphere of inspiration..
Enliveningly, on the edge
of a cliff leaning forward,
balancing myself on the
edge of letting go and
pulling back.
My fear, I have realized is;
--Will I ever Bemused in
the thoughts of you again?
the thoughts of you again?
Yemanja
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