Is it wrong to want to write you a poem?
And is it wrong to want the secrets of the universe revealed,
To understand the true nature of humanity's existence.
I think about all this and more when I think of you.
I think about secrets that lead to subterranean kingdoms,
chthonian labyrinth snaking itself into the human psyche like
mythos.
My pathos is circular, radiant and enigmatic.
My imagination blisters a beam of timeless sunshine
And all this because of the invocation
of your name.
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