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