I wonder what I understood before
the dreamland, dreamland
the dreamland in front of me, and my mind says
words are a dime novel a day
a dime a day, like sand a day
in the clock, the little things
the related substances
gallant & on the whole
now I dance the dance of my language, my words.
The times, the times
tempt me now, yet
me to devote myself to my task
again, the spark of my own making
do I exercise, let.
I will deny the balance
anon the behemoth, straightway
the vanities & the one thing, the necessities
the one & all beings
known and misunderstood, as the glory & revenge.
Life, to live for, means killing
maintain the Romantics
they claim it
to live is to strive.
She demanded but victims
the survivors & strivers
Ambition means holy devotion
I comfort me but, in the oil of the tides
in the days of captivity, the perpetrator, Your Grace
disaster, the nature of the gifted, disorder ever.
Did we really meaningful questions?
the damage, Your Honour, I spin the thread now
a new item.