Lift your head - look not in shadows.
Gaze not into murky dark pools
Raise high - let nothing foreshadow,
Let your heart be my muse.
Let me dry ephemeral-tears away
Let me paint a portrait genius.
Dull the moonlit night into disarray
Turn the sun - into trickster's waxes.
Let me isolate the stars in a gaze
Catch jewelled a virgin panorama,
This world displays, let all else, malaise
On an earring, dangling—white fuchsia.
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