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I have not yet seen, her glorious wings
unfurled,
but know I this

That she flies with grace, like no sparrow
of this earth
and her words carry me aloft, like a tiny spider
tethered to gossamer

And I am blown above the clouds

of a surreal dream,
whenever

she whispers in my ear
in the dark of the night

Like ether, she has seeped
into my soul
and made me drunk
with delight, at the thought of her

Like a stumbling fool

at a Parisian
Carnival,
drawn by the light of a Ferris Wheel

I am too drunk
and too
stupefied, to stay away

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