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"When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight;
She shines before me like the dawn,
And she consoles me like the night.
The harmony is far too great,
That governs all her body fair,
For impotence to analyse
And say which note is sweetest there.
O mystic metamorphosis!
My senses into one sense flow--
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks,
Her breath is music faint and low!"
and reading pieces of baudelaire.
it is almost dawning. time to metamorphose -or meta morph ose- into a sweet slumber; "faint and low".
nothing shiny of a daylight sort can be demanded now. i should prolong the night, make a console out of sleep.
morpheus will watch out for -ose, and i shall be as impotent as i can be in the delightful charm of dreams. tabula rasa. silentium.
(funny how selenium pops up now, selen; luna, moon. silentium selenium...)
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