Sylvia watched the sailboats outside her window and heard the carillon chime an elegy The remnants of her love fell around her like flakes of soot in the harsh glare of complexity The sun, loud and clear glanced of the beauty of innuendoes and circled her iron patience Perhaps, love in its altered dimensions will take pity on her boredom, exquisite and excessive And sting her again with the astringency of witch hazel.