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The vast vast symmetry

of your polygonal nature

rises me up

nightly

with illusions rampant,

in my guts

the withins 

resemble the withouts

coupled through tremulous times

our pasts, having convened, 

now separate

and I stand at a cross road divine.

steadfast for days

hunting the elusive blue rhino

night by night

and standing ahead, fore and aft

i spring - not eternal -

but rapturously, hideously

and humanely;

the way i was put here for.