Her chosen colors
Declarative sentences
Sole grammar of her days
She offers lotus blossoms
Where once he craved philosophy
Carries him away on drifts of incensed smoke
As though he could purge memories
Sweep chalkboard clean
No messy corners, lines or hopes for something deeper.
In her eyes, he sees himself
Reflected, refracted
She demands nothing
Except that he remain
Loyally swaddled
In the imagined security
Of those who do not aspire
To the profound life.
He stares
Afraid, should he turn away, and circle
He will see nothing
But his own enchanted face
Look back at him.
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