Recon the traces of the literary prints,
surrender the senses to the elementary scents;
No smell, nor beauty, nor resonance would strive,
nor the quarrelsome pounding of the loving two’s drive.

I, in some state of mind, will devour:
those lines, sounding marvels and defining revelations empowered
By names of unflagged peaks,
anonymous to their time creeks;
Those artists incarnated in you
have rummaged the purities of bliss and rue.
They charted as historians after counts of heresies,
their meadows of primed brush strokes, and rhymed euphonic melodies

Thus, YOU who wrote letters, surrendered and died,
the lumped year’s produce, though more art has sighed.

Comes again the critic sad and hounding,
translates the haunting echoes of pounding.
By the howls in the wind and the clearing indicted,
the art she birthed, He memorized and recited…
In the estates of celibacy, solely recited..

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