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Thieves of Muse by Allison Grayhurst

I hope my star does not
shift from Earth and sight,
into galaxies unbridled by
God. And that my vision has
hair and pulse, enough
to reach the primal light, grow
a new strength with each
passing defeat.

In hours of climbing the worn pillars of love, as death
forces on through sleep, futility & tears, and climbing,
climbing to no avail, to see no sun, feel only the cold

shattering of heartbreak and the mind undoing . . .

Allison Grayhurst is a full member of the League of Canadian Poets. She has over 290 poems published in more than 170 international journals, magazines, and anthologies. Her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers, a Porcepic Book, in Vancouver in 1995. She lives in Toronto with family. She also sculpts, working with clay.