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Living with the carnival, long ago
Lost, I, a White Lily, thread the crowd. The wild music,
The forest, encourages my alchemy, my music,
Makes my curiosity hold hands with my prudence.
My body’s moisture condenses my desire.
Black starts to throw off his clothing. The Topics,
The Labors, The Hours
Consider sounds echoing beyond the complex completion,
The Competition, The Demonstration of Dark
And impermeable wood ~ Black leans on the brass balustrades,
Writes poems on the wall,
Sipping his brew. Primitivism stokes, strokes,
And ignites a fire. Carolers de Chorus, signifiers
De personal obsession, queue apart from the door,
Clearly conscious, their flamboyance owing
To the fact that, the interior, the light turns
The right line. Each anima maintained here,
Every animas only founded upon provision ~
Of the effervescent effects affecting transport
By The Intermediary, a subtle leer, a sharper argument
Leveled harshly with a calculator. A fixed glaze
Functions to gild the lily, foils transparency
Back until so much design again melts
Into the fact. A second’s wrapping hand
Rebuilds, launches a simple knowledge,
Banks a code of formal operations, until the second
Second hand’s revolution recounts the first.
A clutter of toys multiply my figurations.
Our festive trifles joke and joke their questing way, agreed
They already are in spirit. A costume dreams catalogues
Of our shared inspiration. Now, the impatient one, I
Brush my object’s finish, light the vapor of superb realism.
These galleries connect our names toward
The unknown Master, where Beauty serves lightening
Struck, in spite of an overflowing abundance,
While we fidget, fight, and flutter
For a point of view.

Prospect two.

The Beacon of Laser arrives to Carneval late,
Hesitates,
Stirs up a need to generate more misty fog,
Accentuates the reflexion of the reflexion. A talented
Exhibitionist beseeches Brutal Symmetry, begs
Her partner, Virtual Illustration, for a dance. Meanwhile,
A Double behind us says, A! ~ Your
Assistance-Of-camp, your notice of the invitation,
I require. You, meanwhile, retire resistance, disband
The quarreling band of resistance runners,
Enough! This dance, only me, your partner. Black’s
Ignition lights. A White Lily lights. A beacon’s
Knight knows how nondefinite, fugitive, broke light
Faults in the reduction of a second, a slit of an impulse,
Strips two bathers to their sympathy.
A symphony lights up. A surface re-reading imbues
The constraint with the imprisonment. Trembling, insistent,
My ambiguity yields downward for Thee ~ Our essay
Of reference disguises us as something
Shimmering out of the conflict when two adversaries
Measure and rebound in this loveliness,
A metaphorical figure ~ A Marriage, Simile
And Allegory.

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