“Speak to me of the man, Muse”
Sea tossed and
Tempest turned
Return to start
Center and lodestone
Poison weaned
Hydras and Sirens
Pandora boxes open and
Loosed on the raw skin of emotion
Tranquilty lies behind the frosty
Mist curtain of this storm
And guarded by the spears of a thousand
Suitors