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(after Wallace Stevens' poem, "The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain")

There she stood, adorned in sheerest glory:
the Muse, at last, of profound happiness.

His spirit eagerly partook of her
blisses; and he adored her with his senses,

as time released the logic of its tenses,
and into exile went the household foes.

She showed him that the sting of finite moments
no longer mattered, with no talk of endings

permitted---only joy in mutual presence,
a present feeling that trumped past and future.

The questions that had long barred him away
were shattered by her salutary whisper.

And then she brought about the transformation:
her long-hemmed gown and silken-stockinged feet

became the sky and every constellation---
a poem once long desired, now made complete.