Neither wreck of hope nor promises fulfilled
Neither love nor torture nor mutability
Nor hooking of oneself ego’d to oneself
Or to the world for its swaggering applause.
Spaces of heart
Abundance of access
Numbers & squares
Inscrutability & recess
Receiving & receding
Angels of high repute
All rallying around
To accommodate in art
The spaces of heart
An abundance of access
Numbers & squares
Inscrutability & recess.
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