I have a little haven, my retreat,
A place of solitude where I resort
To escape life’s interminable bleat
Of babble ever sounding at my door.
Far removed from the turbulent talk show
I rejuvenate in rarefied air;
The gods visit me, their secrets bestow,
As an exquisite host assembles there.
Sages and visionaries from times past
Vouchsafe to me the mysteries of life,
Dispensing hidden wisdom from wells vast,
Leading me to treasures of knowledge rife.
This epiphany distills upon me
Love of literature and poetry.
August 2016
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