My Felisberto

 My felisberto is handsomer than your mergotroid,
although, admittedly, your mergotroid may be the wiser of the two. 
Whereas your mergotroid never winces or quails, 
my felisberto is a titan of inconsistencies.
For a night of wit and danger and temptation 
my felisberto would be the obvious choice.
However, at dawn or dusk when serenity is desired 
your mergotroid cannot be ignored.
Merely to sit near it in the garden
and watch the fabrications of the world swirl by, 
the deep-sea's bathymetry wash your eyes, 
not to mention the little fawns of the forest 
and their flip-floppy gymnastics, ah, for this 
and so much more your mergotroid is infinitely preferable. 
But there is a place for darkness and obscurity 
without which life can sometimes seem too much, 
too frivolous and too profound simultaneously, 
and that is when my felisberto is needed, 
is longed for and loved, and then the sun can rise again. 
The bee and the hummingbird drink of the world, 
and your mergotroid elaborates the silent concert 
that is always and always about to begin.

Form: Free verse

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