What you long
for
and belong to!
–
the throng of
you
must surely sing
the song I
hear. Clear
sensibilities
appear –
such strong sleek
intuition
in my heart!
– always near,
never far – ripe
now to impart –
the closeness
of its nuances
to art – the
fullness of its plot:
you must be
everything
I think you
are. You
say you’re
not.
.
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