Are we twice blessed, blooming iris
What’s left for one soul has imbibed
Sulking in dregs will reminisce
But make undone with steam, described
In light denim or nephrite jade
A pretentious wisp of gnosis
Only libertine if obeyed.
Sanity forming psychosis
Some current spasm like nectar
Stuck being in a streaming gaze,
Rendered congenital specters
To weigh infinity in days.
Waked though cocooning under where
Eurydice breaks down, moss and stone,
Staring feckless in the warm air
Your imaginal sphere alone.

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