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The Mining Muse  


She finds her way there,

somehow, behind the bones,

where despair

has left a chest in ruins.


She chips at grief's deposits, unearths

a will calcified,

and liquefies till earth is

seen as fluid again, the self denied


self-loathing.  With passion in control,

she scrapes regretted deletions

from runes that only etched the soul,

raising each from remnant to completion,


an aural artifact--

retrieved, released, heart intact.