To search for correct comment wearies me
And weighs my words with woe.
I lay in my friends' apartment, waiting.
Shudders, alive to their own rarities, proceeded
From yet vastly loving trials which belonged to the stars.
I clung to the expectations and hopes of my parents and
I hid from the dignities of the beckoning Goddess.
I could not resist beauty and possibility:
I filled with a sapphire poesy beyond thought and habit.
I embraced soft lofty Sanctity and dressed myself in
New foundations, traversing the beautiful New bridge.
Worlds of passion and freedom thus encircled my
Coming-to-be a sister in three.
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