Synecdoche, metonymy, cacophonies
of artistry. Remixes of a Petrarchan
virtuosity, the sighs and figures
of literary forgery. The fictions
populating leaves and trees, admixtures
of theory, hypotheses, synthetic
arguments and rhetoric. Spenserian
repetitions in the fractal geometry
of solar systems. Her soul investigates
reverberating vestibules. The entrance
to her heart is restricted like temples
that monitor their witnesses. I invent
narratives, mysterious philosophies
that don't make sense to anyone else.
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