Dedication
You sneaked into my life
unnoticeably like on a banana peel
but smoothly and invisibly
like some untouchable and alien being
gradually to more and more take over
or at least become a part and almost heart
of some inalienable kind of my whole life,
like a most palpable and present muse
remaining always with me like a shadow
but growing more and more into the better part of me.
You claim that I gave you and taught you everything,
and yes, you learned from me and copied me
and made my way of using verse your own,
but you developed an entirely different style
based on your dark experience transcending all reality
and laying yourself bare to metaphysics
in a way that I could never do.
And thus you turned into my muse
remaining always with me by your presence
complimenting me when words and inspiration fail me.
Thus I owe my life of poetry to you,
wherefore the only proper thing to do
is to bestow on you this dedication.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2017-12-07 at 23:09
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