Rigid truths and squared guaranteesTexture this boy His morseled fantasies The graceless torrent of impotent gods Wary as the wasp on the chameleon's Trapeze tongue For even as the microscope remains Boxed, in cotton, in woollen peace Rags may still record Fidelity's soiled tapestry Once stung, the swollen speech Of reason's soured and thickened song Bastards the condensed apprenticeship Fields a howling, childish drove where Dreams so quickly cloud to sheep I could so easily...shhhh You shall not impeach me for the rhymes That I decline