An Equal

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You taunt the depth of night with a moon-lit brilliance 

exclaiming "the universe swam in an ocean of similitudes and analogies"

And that we grow like a chambered Nautilus 

toughening our mortal shells against frivolities 


We channel the cottage-smoke of English homes 

from Longfellow, Whitman, and Holmes

We weave through the golden rays of Oriental tales 

Pensive in nature: you are disguised by dense veils 


I wander all night in my vision:

prodigious vessels splitting the throbbing sky, 

veins of my cities rumbling with motion, 

and an equal to see eye to eye 


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