He appears before me; Cloaked in aubergine. Meters of spun cloth; Cut, creased, and tapered; To say forked things.   A diatribe in soliloquy; Sounds all the more convincing.   I once stood as he; Bespoke, bold, beautiful, Undeterred by truth, And followed him confidently; To salvation, to perdition; Happier either way; Than where I …

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