Of shadows, satin and sapphire
Triple semblance of a kind
The lucid, refulgent rhythm of mankind
From metamorphosis to the hoof of twilight
A vagaries of umbra, plush and virtue
Mired in the murky labyrinth of twists, wits and script;
Of bale, bitter, blunt, burn and blade,
To bait, wait, blend, bond, blood and bail,
As in snatch, clean and jerk
To the chargrin of the sculptor
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