| These pools of mute saccharin came in tow Achilles resin And Cynthia, guarding palms which seeth, mocks what matter left to own Heir to viathin, si, O-rhyismen, sulk and fanfare Wall of tethered spite, hold these cantos-bank forward if not for any else: primeridian Obsidian tremors-or what's recalled-allow once thrice a lore of Beijing sway Swing is the oarsmen colt is the rider peeled is the serpent Grace & moribund "How can we forget? It's not hill for measure, and rind sewn to its ledger Drink the tail, symbiont!" |