A solitaires spark
It hitched on my conscience
And it spread through me
As if it liquefied and conduit
Through the channel of
Unforfeitable inclinations,
My impulses became Intolerable
And I curled towards my heart
To find a perfect place to exile
Where millions of my fretted dreams
Coiled like an abandoned wasps hive
Frozen firm and flinty
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