Twenty years ago, a mighty spirit
whispered to me and rearranged my days
Drink, it said, of solitude, taste of silence;
I did as told and it left me a writer
Now, it’s back again with grander designs
to rewrite my soul or transform my being
Renounce, it insists, both word and world games
and I have no choice but to submit and bow.
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Ed: Dana Gornall