And take you, I must and shall
on the bold luster of your word
and you will poach the fecund sea
in the wilderness of world.
Mon Amant De La Mer,
These intrigues bind me as I piece apart
your native background, chamberlain or lout?
Were you schooled by missionary gypsies
or the insidious fervor of doubt?
Do you worship creature or creator,
Magog or God who will deny your heart?
Loquacious
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