"Going off the deep end into confectionery,"
"We're the anemones guarding the gates of infinity,
the boats squidding in the bay.
In the flooded fish market, dead fish, live fish,
who took you to the Tuileries for a rose-scented swim?
Turn the world, and the page is pink.
Frond-fond and pond-proud, we sugar the obstacle dark."
Thank you.
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