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Transitional Poem
My lover of air, like ArtemisSpectrally embraced,Shuns the daylight that twists her smileTo mineral distaste.
Twin poles energic, theyStand fast and generateThis spark that crackles in the voidAs between fate and fate.
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My love is a tower.Standing up in herI parley with planetsAnd the casual wind.Arcturus may grindAgainst our wall:—he whetsA tropic appetite,And decorates our night."What happier placeFor Johnny Head-in-Air,Who never would hearTime mumbling at the base?"
I will not hear, for she'sMy real Antipodes,
