Philosophy of the muse
As I reach that point of dynamic equilibrium,
And walk out on the stage in the dead silent auditorium,
Sit down, draw bow, and play that melancholy memorium.
Tis an ode to past euphoria
And a testament to the greatest, to philein sophia.
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