Here is the joy
you've made in me
in sudden effect
in inner array,
and cutting to groove
in tenet and core,
by new and continual
play and display
by mischief and trick
played square and pure.
By ounce and by ton, by
hook and by barb, by light
and delight and by tone
and shade. Here
is
what
rises in me,
from you: all
polarized,
alchemized gold
gone astray
and sure.
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