Reading about the 'elimination step'
I understand it's philosophical
Or natural
As far as these things go
After the Lady of Shalott
In a spare room
Any isolation begins
With mirrors and longing
And just as she wove
New temperatures
To fill her time
I sit here now
At the top of a long stair
Believing my Lancelot is a dupe
That his step
Were its force known
Would proceed lifetimes
Out of view
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