Under Heat --

tenebrous liaisons, urchins, Night, the

deft arrival of the Untamed; where, here, you

correlate

to some other Priest, another

Ungodly fire

in your Loins -- does it Comfort

you, Here, to

know

that you are Used, unsettled

and reviled

by those you love? -- are

You

an unfed Libertine? A seeker

of the

glass slipper? Where

is your Princess Now? -- (Do

you Wait

for her even in the fierce Wind, is

She worth

your Structured Piety?) --

These imps,

renowned

with Distraction, can

Guide you past the Tower

to the Market

where you can find Absolution -- Hold

dear to Yourself

the bitter Memories which Fear instills in You; -- Tonight

is a Violet desert seeking Hues of

Constellation; -- Give

into Her and She will reward you

with Enlivened breath --

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