Ellipsis --

She, the ill-gotten Gain, the aforesaid

and hereafter; she winds

her Sinuous body

around You and spells

out

your inner-longing: she is

tempered with Joy, her

grape burst

in her mouth, the

scions of Science addling her brain

with

discomfiture -- She can

Outlast the bards, her

outsized

heroics

blind the Unfed and Surefooted -- She

is licorice

to

the lip, a crisp centurion ripe

with

clay fists

and a watery Gaze; will

you have it

in you

to follow her lead,

away? --

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