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/ Maiden, where are you going, / With impudence that makes your arms and legs / Unnecessary feathers? / Your eyes have interceded / Between the flesh and soul, / And show a light of reconciliation. / For whom have you prepared yourself?
/ I go to see an acrobat / Reviled by men, and acting / Within a lonely circus owned / By Mind, Soul, & Heart, Incorporated. / I love his limbs whose muscles / Compete with twirls of gossamer, / And Oh, I love him not / With the drooling, fevered weight of earth. / He turns my blood to one / Profusion of melted wings.