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Scans from Akira Uno and Hajime Sawatari’s 1992 book, “Angels Pavane,” scanned by me

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A circle of dharma wheels surround a pair of interlocked ouruboros --snakes biting their own tails.

Der siebente Ring. 1907. Illustration by Melchior Lechter.

to try to include in your next poem/story

Ambsace - something worthless or unlucky

Boscage - a growth of trees or shrubs; thicket

Callipygian - having shapely buttocks

Deasil - clockwise

Effluvium - an invisible emanation, especially: an offensive exhalation or smell

Floruit - a period of flourishing

Gueridon - a small usually ornately carved and embellished stand or table

Ipseity - individual identity; selfhood

Jorum - a large drinking vessel or its contents

Legerity - alert facile quickness of mind or body

Messaline - a soft lightweight silk dress fabric with a satin weave

Nosegay - a small bunch of flowers

Oblectation - pleasure, satisfaction, delight

Perlustrate - to go through and examine thoroughly

Rupicolous - living among, inhabiting, or growing on rocks

Sacchariferous - producing or containing sugar

Tinctorial - imparting color

Veridical - truthful, veracious

Wakerife - wakeful, alert

Xerarch - developing in a dry place

enter raoul who, despite being different in personality, appearance-wise erik sees he is ideal by other's standards. this fosters a sort of heat within him each time he sees the man with christine, hears his voice, sees him smile, thinks about him after his mind drifts from christine to that man who so often attaches himself to her. he believes the heat is jealousy, when in truth it is partly envy, because he wishes he were so handsome, well-liked and naturally charismatic, then love (platonic and romantic) would be easier for him. he wants to be like raoul, mimic the way he carries himself, the way he dresses and looks, because that is what is considered good and perfect by society, yet he can't. it looks wrong on him. but that heat is also the starting flame of a crush, a simmering lust that grows in intensity until it confuses erik, infuriates him.

why must his thoughts of christine always lead to that man? why does his imagination wander into territory unbidden, of the delicate face of the singer he adores, her lips smiling and pressing against his, into that of raoul? he's angry and frustrated, and blushing has become such a common occurrence that he scarcely realises when he does it.