Mountain Mist Wets my Cheeks Condensing Memories ‘f a Love once Breach’d my Soul Soft as Petals, Sweet as Nectar Th’ Heart Craves for More, Yet Knows the Score All Dreams must End All Roads… 

Color Me Black, White, or Any which spectrum hue To suit your whim, or mood I’ve given you my deathless soul f’ oh relief from these sordid fates I’m canvas primed Make me your fief O Muse Image Credits: www.unsplash.com/ Library of Congress

What is a muni ‘verse’? From the Muni’s universe comes a unique 9-lined stanza structured specifically as such: – Two lines three Syllabl’d Follow’d by two, thrice stress’d And thrice unstress’d; before Two tetrameters lead yet two more, Half their…