Choice of you shuts up that peacock—fan
The future was, in which temptingly spread
All that elaborative nature can.
Matchless potential! but unlimited
Only so long as I elected nothing;
Simply to choose stopped all ways up but one,
And sent the tease—birds from the bushes flapping.
No future now. I and you now, alone.
 
So for your face I have exchanged all faces,
For your few properties bargained the brisk
Baggage, the mask—and—magic—man’s regalia.
Now you become my boredom and my failure,
Another way of suffering, a risk,
A heavier—than—air hypostasis.

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