The premise of this poem is one with which I would sympathise, as I have felt the Petrarchan conflation of Laura and Laurel to be one of the persistent vulgarisms of literary modernity. It is impioned where it is self-contradictory in its appeal for privacy. The rhyme on rhyme with pantomime is highly enjoyable, and anti-muse is a pleasant expression as well. `Darkest ink,' although it fits the imagistic scheme of the second stanza, is a trivialism. Overall this poem is an expression the more sophisticated for its brevity. With best wishes--
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