Hush, Shhh! Quietness is not for me; I'm
Not a muted man. Commit to choice, the
Cool of shade? And mask your silent crime.
Prisoner to your personality,
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Molten sunrise creeps over porcelain,
Rising, malodorous coagulate,
Etiolate washes down albumen,
Sulphur chasing CO2 precipitate.
...
Banquet for a king. What takes your pleasure?
Discourse, food and wine, in equal measure?
And while you seek to reassure each other,
The fable begins and the prose unfolds.
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My Lady doth possess two feet,
But ne'er the twain to earth will meet,
For energy belongs to she,
And that, hath she, abundantly.
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