Darkness
Visible, the great detective, sometimes
Had
to leave town for weeks. His waiting room
Would
crowd with mysteries wishing to be
solved
Some,
growing impatient, would solve themselves
Others
would fall into conversation with each other
Or
go to sleep, their hungry mouths gone slack .
Some
believe the conspiracy which inadvertently
Erased
all memory of the week's eighth day --
So
brilliantly foiled by Euphemia Penumbra --
Was
launched there by two crabbed enigmas
And
a four-dimensional conundrum
Who'd
run out of old magazines to read.
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