Balzac is unknowable —
as are you,
my impecunious,
unceremonious Queen.
Try deciphering
his unpunctilious lines
with their comedy spare,
their adjectives so unrepentant.
Try unboiling the mystery
that opens up to you upon every page,
as the seraphim’s last dance
does impinge upon your very lasting secret.
This I speak withal.
the blasarium 
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