I wish I had a girl in a single word,
in a point of light, in a cryptic poem,
or poetic conversation. I wish I had
a measure to define her with, a name
to remember her by. The woman is
without adequate description, syllables
and scriptures can't illumine her. I wish
for maps and tables, almanacs, ephemerides,
exotic instruments, difficult philosophies
and dead theogony. I wish for a shrine
with which to hold my prayer, a single word
or phrase to carry the truth. Yet, I wish
most honestly for an object I cannot
possess nor reach because it's infinite.
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