An imaginary man quoted his long lost father
As having counseled him in the following manner:
"Let them see you and not the suit."
Perhaps what leeched through in the end was something more, rather
A faux grandeur which gained strength from such a false banner
And left the point more or less moot.
The arch of a brow in response to the swirl of a gown
Holds us in sway as we tumble through grace that you grant
Carried away 'gainst our will to be loved and gently laid down
In the west where we may gaze at the flower you plant
While you perform back flips to boot.
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