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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hypocorism" data-source="post: 1694954" data-attributes="member: 649310">You, breath of silent sustenance exhaledAnd strange incantation: Poem, of my rite!What sentience fills my lips that parched and scaledYour true enigma binds them to unite?How you read me like a breviaryOn a shelf, my eyes though closed or gapingMouthlike and unseeing on the airySyllable before me hear the shapingOf the vowels you harmoniouslyIntermatch; your haunting diapasonsTrouble hands, ears, all erroneouslySeeming with the whisperings of nascence.No good remains; devoured with my eyes,Your healing breath is wasted in my sighs.</blockquote>