The hymn of perfection
dyslection of the eyes
lies behind the mirror
hard reflections of the truth
defies
good becomes bad and bad good
naughty huntress in disguise
lavishing those jumping genes
with splendours generosity
for in the eye of the beholder
beauty never can be so much colder
inflamed ignited beasts are set a free
within my imagined belonging to me
meanwhile succumbing to these false
pretences
devoured by all that's left in senses
Oh my Innocentia, Flora and Angelica
accept my always slow apology. M
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