Stuck en shards of amber,
Memories and dreams
[Aside.]
These dayes it’s difficult to note a difference b’tween the two.
To sever
To cut them loose
One need not be a giant
One need not swing heavily the labrys
One need only drink from the Virgin’s Well
One need not be a rajah to boast
Of stars burning beneath one’s boot
One need only to be stricken w/ the pangs of love
One need not be a smith
W/ a flare for metre and rime
To regale the Duke’s table w/ tales of
Monsters, sirens, and mariners at sea, adrift
One need only to be the handsome object
Of a damsel’s sincerest affection
Note well a brave alchemy (en disguise),
Foam-formed
Bound to bring the world gloriously to its knees
Bound to usher en, if only momentarily, a new Golden Age
Note well the arrogance of love,
Triumphant!
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