A French Poem, Preparer Dancer

i was not familiar with this poem until you sent it to me. And when i read it, it was really, it really struck home for me. And it felt really timely and in all kinds of ways. And i love it. So shall we go ahead and just read the poem and and you do enter into this conversation and unpacking it a little bit? Um, let's. Let's do that. Maybe i'll take the first verst and then we can go from there. Thats. fine. I heard it here first. O, and i be like a hooser. So thawl be mine, the angels and the furies. By may sardon