Let us unite, o friends, but first allow me freedom
to interrogate myself, subjugate myself to queries
on mastery, integrity, suavity, and erudition, if
I should be worthy of emulation or envy’s guffaw
at the pedestal. Most of all, whether my virtue be
unremitting, my séances w/ history non-faltering,
my recompense of firm gladness and open arms
(from having lost luxuries) still be there. If I pass,
then be gone, all diffidence, come forth, o guests,
and let us: unite, for similarities, whilst comparing
incredulities and always, forever, erring w/ grace.
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