- thoughts sleeping in back seats, pacified by the silence of passing trees #
- "Did the phoenix love the sphinx just like Katy did? #
- Iris, oh my sweet Iris, what was it that brought you here? #
- a tourmaline shield that she wouldn't yield, a black-shrouded shadow, devine #
- and her voice echoes freely through the softly lighted church #
- pressed up against that cool alchemical stone #
- a molten veneer containing her fear and burning her shadow off #
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