I've waited for the return of my friend
for several pages. I've wandered academies,
libraries, and philosophies; the fiends
of knowing assail me. I seek the enemy
of law, the practitioner of alchemy
and better arbiter. The unfailing love
of rain falls on the dirt as I blaspheme
between the crooked bayous. Her glove
and sock, the hair and tights of my beloved
limit herself. I can't divine the straight
way, I have no patience for the movement
of the universe. I receive the hatred
and liberate with bliss. I see her walk
among the fictions conjured as we talk.
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