Many routes diverge, cross gossamer snare,
Bone-burnished, aons deep n' ruby mined.
Yet one alights, beyond all prayer,
Forged in alabaster twined.
A sail to acme all ravening mares,
Past vissicitudes of Cybele's craft,
N' pythonic notes, the tripod shares,
Espied in gypsum of the raft.
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