xxv.)

Book of bed,

love lorn,

moulded, born

and made

 

Sworn to flailing

truisms, this book

in which each

of You I’ll

embed

 

On each of its

lines, pages, are

the misconstrued

sage’s saying

 

Do only lepidoterists

capture and preserve,

if indeed meaning

were a butterfly

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