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Table For Two

Unequivocal strangers, you and I,
both of us bear an apparent aspect;
you, demanding that we meet eye to eye,
yet, I must charge as to my own respect.
How else can the full bill be divided,
if we two were, too soon, to take our seats?
Our stranger tastes will, then, be collided,
as we order near Olympian feasts.
Though you've waved to dismiss all the children,
perhaps, I'm not quite ready to do so;
I'll await the results of the cauldron,
before dousing embers beneath that glow.
But, here I am, able to take my place
at this table you have set before me,
now, prepared to find myself face to face
with you, who questions everything I see.

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