Symphonic

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I want
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you

More importantly

I need
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you

Out of Ireland 

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The long ago
Special effects in stereo sound
Uncertain shadows
Epic, brilliant light
Clinging to a courage chair
Sinew-bending chase scenes
Not-so-tender talk 
Having lived the book
There was to come the film 

Myth Until Then

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When in my next life
To be caused to know
What led the learned
Head tilted to wonder

For

The curve of your forearms
The ness of your sinew
The steady of gait despite your bumps and stripes
The all of your being I believe it must be

A most curious creature