Not name, Words, Phrases:

Clarify my heart,

Shine perpetual light,

Remove the din,

Provide texture to these truths,

Flesh out the axes of possibility of these poetic beacons,

Beacons in the night,

Hope in the twilight descending,

Offerings to the gods,

Words spoken to embolden,

Thoughts expressed to fortify,

Poetic calls to action,

Simple or complex, intrinsic or exceedingly rare,

I call for a clarion trumpet,

No, hush, whisper in the rays of moonlight,

moonlight, starlight, inner light refracted,

what can be written in the blood of the poet’s paintbrush?

“I, the devil dog, challenge the poet, arthi 💖

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