i.
Lest the banalities & the trivia Consume the core of a rottennous Being, eke a lovetorn splice out Of the urchin's eyes-
ii.
Shades of thought missed out
By the glare of high noon;
Are you care or the argument
For care? Shades of noon are
Repentant for the sun is too
High and the moist drip of
Dew low; are you fear or the
Remembrance of fear? Or law?
iii.
The rap on your knuckle is
a father’s village, it is
Counted down as you visit
The ladder of town, and you
Ring the neighbor’s palace
To see if anyone can drown.