Kallisti
Or, To The Most Beautiful
from a female Faust
What are you like inside
What are you like alone
What do you seek to hide
What would you rather known
If I could engineer me a coincidence
So that our paths some time coincided
Would you celebrate the happenstance
Would I regret that I confided
But me I’m such as needs must tell you
Come on strong then bottom line
We all seek those fit though few
That, kin or no, to us — are kind —
So itself this gift that would, imagine, fancy, juxtapose
Were better still if it also could — quotidian — suppose
