The Canny Blonde

Evoke Invoke
A being of another world
The canny blonde of
Sacred redundancy
The face of one which
No time can wear from
Fascinating signs and
Mystical manifestations
Help feel descend
Such a beautiful absence
Of every other color
This matchless woman
In my dreary dungeon
The clay-cold bosom
Of our love but let me
Not murmur at the decrees
Of the Almighty Evident
There is no circumstance
No palliation of longing
I still fucking love you
And the clematis that
Climbs your pergola
Like Inanna removing
Her pearls at the gates
Of hell or Hel herself
Stepping out of the
Concealed place and
Putting them on herself

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memory documentation and manipulation
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