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Unseeing Melancholy, whose vision is obstructed, but not asleep

Advised a young man to inhale her bilious gas from a bottle,

Whose interior is lined with mirrors.

The look on his face after he breathed that vapor startled the

gardener,

Whose vast city of plants sustains the bees.

“Reflect upon your life which is irreversible like my draft,” she

said.

The young man nodded, and who can describe his hope or

regret that afternoon?

His mouth twisted in a demure smile as if it was all a joke.

The frantic gardener rushed about the yard,

While the boy sat on a patch of earth near the backdoor

Waiting.