and then there was Gillian
bright Gillian! so meek,
so British, yet not,
but a southernBorn dream:
a vision of class
in T-Shirt and jeans,
the lingering scent
of equestrian means;
none of which describes
this Gillian to me.
Ms.tery(n)
not the container
but the dish,
not the ingredients
but the flavor,
not the real,
but underneath
all appearances;
her purity pristine,
is a meal for the soul
and a spirit so rare
as to elude contact
with all but the subtlest
of all the where unders
such burdens can bear
approachable yet somehow
so nighly, not yet,
but still there.
When i find her?
she'll be the very first
i share her trueness with.
But after that?
she is the world's
and all will sense
some new reality
has been revealed.
Prepare yourself,
sweet friend.
or don't.
it won't matter.
For in your revealing
you'll receive all you need.
Gillian, sweet Gillian;
the whole forest
is a single
tiny seed.
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