I wasn’t right denouncing you,
In vain I raved
Cognising
Your boat quietly disguising
The anchorweighing.
I’ve been too long
Here,
I’ve wasted tonnes of time,
This is the instante
When one shall mensurally move
Tracing new.
And will two wings
Head up the clouds,
And blessedly leave
Those – revenge and junk,
Arrogance and indelicacy…
One thing sucks:
We cannot bear those lovely things
Which make our warmth and heat,
That gentilesse, that elegance…
To leave for ever can be very hard.
And very hard’s to see the bitter spots of a withered tear
On rough skin.