In the apotheosis of a crush
he found salvation, found a little scold
who nagged him into heaven, though she never,
flesh and blood and walking in the world,
took him aside on one of those fine days
of gonfalons and bloated civic pride
to wander in the unfrequented byways,
loiter in the sacred precincts, rend
the temple veil in an hour of passion.
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