I have unleashed the Poet, the wanton lust goddess of elaborately woven together words and phrases. She has chaotically smashed open Pandora’s Box and set in motion an irreversible chain of events. She is brazenly honest revealing those hidden secrets promised never to disclose. Without a thought of possible repercussions she carelessly exposed the veiled song of the Lark.
The Poet speaks from the heart, not the head. Her prose transforms through truthfulness innocent words and combines them to wield great power. This power, although intended for good may have been misinterpreted as malevolence.
The Poet set the Lark free, yet her song was sung too hastily and she has retreated.
The Lark is caged and silenced.
Humbled.
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