A portion has become enough

to follow now; as stuff of promise:

and to you therefore I tender here my hand

inviting a touch; as proper,

and due of friendship


For dangerous royalties your eyes white smart; and storms

protestant loom anon, a cross, indignant zeal

forced, over-strenuous, vigils anxious watching briefs

belabour in near-regard, and wheel a summersault in toils;

they break the spine and stomach of felicity


Your reasoned disbelief,

suits tight the oppressive moment, whereon running-through

reprisal recitals, trifling, safe, you root,

soliloquise; I demure:

smile out loud, suborned, you make it war! –

this roaring knowledge overmatches a malfeasant grace;

face-set, admonishments pursue; unslaked, intent