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Portrait of a Young Man as The Artist
An inevitable effigy.
The daffodils bloom at dawn
aloof to the summer air.
A knight digs
with deadened gallantry.
They are a deeply rooted accoutrement
to his self-righteous loathing.

He sublimates the shell,l finding
glass renewal; it is a menagerie of romance
self contained. Bottled emotion.
He is no longer lavish.

The daffodils, so yellow before,
are brown in envy of chivalrous rain.

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