Simulacrum Canticle
Extra virgin vows of extroversion flare,
Banners lift in saffron air;
Syllables shimmer and remain,
Through mirrors trembling into Talane.
Finding Manioc —half maniac—
Half anonymous drift in cardiac black;
Euonymus leaves in a picaresque breeze
Turn picturesque under wayward seas.
A simile blossoms for bright Semele,
Booty of beauty by the cedar tree;
Lisbon lanterns loosen their amber prism,
Laughing low in lyric schism.
Anonymous hearts in extroversion burn,
Extra virgin tides in secret return;
Stars through skies sweep,
Where vows from Talane keep.
O night, unmask—
The picaresque pulse in beauty’s task—
Till Lisbon dreams, both fierce and free,
Find their rhyme in Semele.

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