Psyche, in the morning hours;
Belladonna flowers?
Dancing stars in silent showers?
Glimmers, glows, and glowers!
Ariadne, webs to weave?
Wisdom, will ye grieve?
What ought mortals to believe?
What ought I conceive?
Kali Mother, over boil?
Face down in the soil!
Military, might, embroil?
Serpents, coals a-coil...
Queen Tomyris, papyrus?
What indeed to write?
Cyrus caught a virus?
Reality, fade white!
Crabapples brew for Crassus?
To "most indecent" go!
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