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PLATONIC
Simplicity, I know, you have achieved, Beyond the reach of all but praise or love. You stand composed, related, absolute, And in your presence I am simple too:
The devious word dissolved, the mirror true.
You have the tone of voice for true or false,
A sense of season, place and element.
Your sunniness is not to be obscured
By people, gods, or ghosts within the blood:
You quietly burn and find the fire good.
You know the monologue of rage,
The drab exchange of tongues, with faith
Repeating parables of hell.
But still, defying time and place,
Perennial dawn is on your faceo