O! Delusion! You beauty.
Prism’s rainbow of the one light.
Refracted image in water.
Bevel of mirror.
Go ahead, frustrate our meaning-making.
Fire up my mythopoesis.
Separate us from our loves,
then annihilate our selves.
Take us all the way.
Irony is no great pointer, yet
judicious questions invite
delicious answers.
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