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(banished'unto) Mundania...Blessed Be Thee Name �Diana

so � � � � � �plain
� � �in(it's)

ordinaire'reality ,
� � � � � � � � � pleas
� � � � � � � � remember
� � � � �what could mighta been
had
wee 'had'
� � � �a goodly creative badness
� � � � �at our disposal..........amidst all
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � that is an
� � � � �acrid sacred mundane-unto-profane,I
� � � � �recall&call again unto
your � � �naked radiance,
an olive-tinged glow, as if St.Gaudens'
� � � � � � � � � � � � � gilded Diana,
� � � � � � � � � � � � slowly turning above
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �oldtime NY's
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Garden,
where thee compuls'ed lover of such
� � � � �beauty had to be shot-in-brain
� � � � �thru his offending eye,
� � � � �by insane vigilantine
� � � � � � [unwritten]
� � � � � � justice---------

we lived in some other time ....p'haps a
� � � � �a horrid[ly] mundane time ----along
the roads of this fellow's frenzied
� � � � �commutes, where you were born
not too many years later, reflecting the
� � � � �beauty he died for,

where I lost you on my way to losing so many,so much more,

& wee delude[d] that there are 'reasons' for such things

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