i am not I.

me is not Me,

eye for an eye

is all i can be.


A Muse in the Sea

By: S. DiSparti

O Muse, my Muse, are you real or a dream?

Come, O come speak to me and harken!

I can hear your sweet voice rustle through the leaves,

perching inside my ear like a lark on

A tree.  I speak with a thousand tongues,

In a thousand languages, but what

Am I to say?  What is trapped inside these lungs?

I ask you, O Muse, how many cuts

Must I make to gain wisdom from these wounds?

How deep must I go to find the pieces

Of my soul buried deep within the ground;

Beneath flesh and bone, a sea of voices sound,

Rising to the call of my roiling mind,

Begging me to save them from the ever rising tide.