love poem 472Nicholas Manning
what * faded fardes proves merely by their absence that now I love you « slightly » less ? * dress downs its own inked inklings neither done * nor made « up » of your normal naturale including new * -dug depths of past « perfections » only in my memory now known ? is what's necessary for love * then a parade or masquerade ? a harlequinade which in broils (bright barioled * coils) of * colours stains the souvenir * -ed sky itself ! with the ills of an ink's long ideologies ? man -made : this « necessary spectacle ! » yet may it be * dispersed ? parsed by clearer lenses * of a language 's lulls and in your current colder colours born the brunt of * some new beauty in your mind's mellow less fallacious futures all pre- * pared ?
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