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...again, identical, immediately.
~ Dante, Purgatorio: I•136
Typical a map appraise guiding testament,
Through the locusions of a maze buried us in
Ourselves and hurried in; the rancor, too, suspend
The very howls echoed out from before we meant it.
Parsons, too, old hands compounding walls and imprint
As water had, once empty hives may've gone mad here
Their tombs of their making and making precipice;
Of bounty, hearts ending its shroud to weeping Lear
Once womb to womb of lies, to lies estranging fear:
A fool's chariot shadows quelling'ts labyrinthine --
Delusion is hell, nay, makes a sterner hell queer,
'Make haste,' said they, to err'r pounding like dogs and swine.
Illusory friezes play't me both right and left;
Our own bodies, shells know revile vomits a wretch.
