A Plausive Illation*

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(And there lies impennous

Perdurable paradise,

Immanent and impleached;

Held high in hysteresis,

Hypnotically reached.)

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A photic clue has reached mine eye

After aeons of nescient bliss;

That subliminal succubus men adore

Is but a true love's kiss.

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This love though is no labile lust,

No lambent touch of mortal flesh,

The wife, the sweet, may be but dust

Of that which once was new and fresh.

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Once I loved - a spirit pure

And now I have forgot,

Once I lived -

Now not !

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S.R.L.

*[Yes, I know, but that's what dictionaries are for, surely!]