It wouldn't be a future
Brief, it wouldn't without you,
Wingéd reach the ends fewer
Borderlands we go and true
For I there wait e'er briefer.
You taught me gaps 'tween the stars
Aged beholden till age my
Catching worthy still yet far
This waiting, for you, I try,
For you, the thought of you are.
I am Balaam, mere blesser;
Am Ahab of frustrated
Vile neck, for sunken vexer;
Cocytus 'fore life heated
By 'nculcation deep water.
You were Zelda Fitzgerald,
Muse deranged by much dread
Teeming with doubt enfeebled
Down and up, each side and edge,
Figure me extremes sobered.
Manic, callused, prude, and mean,
Tremor of every birthstone,
Like unknown soldiers demeaned
By those borderlands alone,
Gale-bound hoops affinities.
Not peripheries but lips
Th' eyeball conduit fired
This wick did burn its last rest,
Unexpectedly in mire
Its wax lesson must collect.
Modules, outlines, reticence,
An apnea soon admire,
Prospecting reminiscence
I cannot sleep this inspired
Until I reach my self-sense.
Though I so believed in us,
Why was I so demonized
When learning th' unlearned yet sums
Competences authorized
For love so pure to triumph?
Who 'ntuits mesmerisms?
Rounding a mystique surmised
Like open mine-hole prismed
Alternating shuttlewise
Or were they th star's gaps winking?
A soldier-guard patrols tire
At the thought, the school unroofed
Errors, not extant acquire
Real, but acquiring's fooled
At the edge of star-fire.
