I wish I could tellYou that it would get better,But we all know the Truth. The world was notMade for the intricate, theDeliberate, those Who
Genius I could have Been, am becoming, will one Day be, eternal.
I would give you my Eye, so we could see the Same, if only once.
Tallest tower, where I languish as time ripens. Beauteous, beastly
My everyday life, Descending minor thirds, chime On ominously
Astride your high horse, Condescend your gaze on my Beetle-browed stupor.