Sloughing off inner form,
The grammar of dissent accedes
To the howl in the vowel
But only so much.
Tending to the tender build
Up of an umptious velocity
Of will, the preposition
Proposes the act
Of severing the shill, the
Bond of a trembling fever
Of anxious relief; the
Cymbals can sound
Out now, the empire stands
Naked. O root of the
Predicate, take barbs
At the conjugal noun!
“Empire follows art and not vice versa” – William Blake
