* <<H3I.1439>>
The whisp'ring muse, but faintly heard,
Had bidden me conjure with spirited words
An epic – a blazing and hurtling thing,
Thro' chasms deep beyond imagining,
An exhalation of fire into cold, crystalline
Caverns, igniting in the walls of that mine
A cool iridescence, a Cherenkov glow
That danced like aurorae, sinuous, slow,
In each facet, each shard, each shimmering edge
Of a lexical labyrinth-palace – but then,
I thought, fuck it.

I'd rather watch porn.

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