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***A Woman's Reflection on Her Reflection (Valence and Value) one poem, written by two authors*** ~~~ **Ever the analyst, A mirror functions as surface to Parse the fleeting constant Of youth's beauty. From genetic gift Of symmetry and bone, To technological tampering, Until the equation is solved, As experience and character Models and maps the result. The answer, a reflection, Of individual valence and value** (written by S.D., a woman) ~~~ (written by N.L., a man) unbidden and unannounced, a "not fully formed poem, but a simple reflection" inbound missile arrives inbox, armed with silent power, the lethality of the Holy Unexpected the man reflects on her mirror-on-the-wall's fulsome reply, parsing the words of a woman's reflection, while gazing on her own every human's momentary glass notation, but an instance of summation, a human poem, whose editing, unceasing a comma here, a period inserted, an eye shadowed, an eyebrow tweezed, a eye dark circle line added, to tree-mark time's authorship all  these but a person's excerpted extraction, notarized, then auto-erased and revised, as out of date,   instantaneously compromised but, ***it is upon  the conceptual, valence and value, more that the man reflects perpetual, less on transitory morphing changes of exterior mortality while overlooking her glassine realization from behind, he concludes: every reflection, no matter how oft the snapshot, the unfleeting constancy of the combining of the princes of principles, valence and value that he witnesses, in the calming pool of her eyes, (those borrowed windows into her soul's well,) so well reflect her unchanging greater finery, her character this reflection, metamorphosis transformed. into a planetary permanency poem, high placed in his the firmament of their conjoined sky***
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
A Woman's Reflection on Her Reflection (Valence and Value)
***A Woman's Reflection on Her Reflection (Valence and Value) one poem, written by two authors*** ~~~ **Ever the analyst, A mirror functions as surface to Parse the fleeting constant Of youth's beauty. From genetic gift Of symmetry and bone, To technological tampering, Until the equation is solved, As experience and character Models and maps the result. The answer, a reflection, Of individual valence and value** (written by S.D., a woman) ~~~ (written by N.L., a man) unbidden and unannounced, a "not fully formed poem, but a simple reflection" inbound missile arrives inbox, armed with silent power, the lethality of the Holy Unexpected the man reflects on her mirror-on-the-wall's fulsome reply, parsing the words of a woman's reflection, while gazing on her own every human's momentary glass notation, but an instance of summation, a human poem, whose editing, unceasing a comma here, a period inserted, an eye shadowed, an eyebrow tweezed, a eye dark circle line added, to tree-mark time's authorship all  these but a person's excerpted extraction, notarized, then auto-erased and revised, as out of date,   instantaneously compromised but, ***it is upon  the conceptual, valence and value, more that the man reflects perpetual, less on transitory morphing changes of exterior mortality while overlooking her glassine realization from behind, he concludes: every reflection, no matter how oft the snapshot, the unfleeting constancy of the combining of the princes of principles, valence and value that he witnesses, in the calming pool of her eyes, (those borrowed windows into her soul's well,) so well reflect her unchanging greater finery, her character this reflection, metamorphosis transformed. into a planetary permanency poem, high placed in his the firmament of their conjoined sky***
Valence, as used in psychology, especially in discussing emotions, means the intrinsic attractiveness (positive valence) of an event, object, or situation. In chemistry, the valence or valency of an element is a measure of its combining power with other atoms when it forms chemical compounds or molecules. you decide. hers, two six sixteen, his, two seven sixteen, in the wee hours
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
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