Such a death toll displacing as
in water after leaving. His voice's
carrying a clever cleaving of
every binary opposition; but
choosing one way after all.
Victorian guides of modesty
still hold sway over your choices
Whose plot meanderings went
over like lead baloons. Who felt
angry, but didn't know why, and
who dwelt as marooned on the
path home bloodily.
The countryside is green, and
undulates under the wind; it
abates.
