joyous collision!
ultroneous fortune!
near dick's folly you chant
in west point uniform:
radiant calligrapher
in the strand of our sex.
swain was anything but swain.
it was only later that swain became swain.
warning: swain, as a visual phenomenon, possesses an ousia that transcends the structural schema that may be abstracted from it, resisting full noetic reduction. while certain motifs and configurations can be delineated, they remain mere fragile reflections of a more elusive and aporetic truth. the ultimate…