imprisoned
in irons
of ivory’s irony
inconsolable
impenetrable
in spite of ourselves
a splintered perfection
o, splendorous winter
let us seep into the silent spring
to sing assuagence
and sate the urgent seas
with tempest
I Prefer Not To.
I Prefer Not To.
imprisoned
in irons
of ivory’s irony
inconsolable
impenetrable
in spite of ourselves
a splintered perfection
o, splendorous winter
let us seep into the silent spring
to sing assuagence
and sate the urgent seas
with tempest
Max, or Not 
Agreed, lovely. Of course, I misread it the first time and thought it said imprisoned by irons or irony, which I kind of liked too.
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Irons of irony– you get the idea
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Lovely!
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