The Transit of Venus Love escapes me, the great pacific ocean lies once again, From Tahiti Fort with degrees of longitude we chase moonbeams. The Captain never sleeps walking the deck like the ghost of romance he calculates the heat of the sun and the coldness of lunatics What is the distance between love and loss? What is the gulf that separates should I call it a chasm? Venus as the Romans called you dallying with the earth , your wedding trail drags in flat, windless climes, your maidens offer us your rites, we perform them steadfastly It is our duty. Chastity is of little value Trading in the unspeakable Obarea, queen of the islands goddess incarnate, bringer of plantains hogs and delicious dog. Love escapes me, the great family of man that likes to rut in shallow runs We of greater purpose? are not eroded by such temptations.
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