Each soul departing with its own isolation,
Strangest of all strange companions,
And best.
Medlars, sorb-apples,
More than sweet
Flux of autumn
Sucked out of your empty bladders.
And sipped down, perhaps, with a sip of Marsala
So that the rambling, sky-dropped grape can add its savour to yours,
Orphic farewell, and farewell, and farewell
And the ego sum of Dionysos
The somo io of perfect drunkenness
Intoxication of final loneliness.
This one goes out to the one I want. I tried to keep my distance, but a man can only take so much. I had to act. But I made sure to stay discreet. For now. A few stolen moments spent watching never hurt anybody (not that I haven't tried), and if I wanted to take a few mementos to remember you by, could anybody really blame me? I'll keep them to myself for now, maybe later I'll decide to share with the rest of the class.
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