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How we love to manufacture personal galaxies,
Imbuing them with cockeyed observations
And idiomatic laws of nature:
Skies of slate and hills of foaming dawns,
Fires that chill and feverish states of clarity,
Grapes from ginkgo trees and tidal pools of ale.
Those stylists with a Romantic bent, extravagant as they were,
Imparted effulgence to their works,
A pharos-brightness that hasn't dimmed
Across a tenebrous, frill-free era.