Account for the foibles of the poetic muse that whilst so fickle in having deserted you, has nevertheless left you forever beguiled by her spoils, however so Narcissistically.

Account also for objectivism, even at the remove of these several & ever receding years whereby you might still find this not only only worthy of your own attention, but also of ours.

From whither this perplexing vanity whereby all you inspire is the derision and abuse that, no doubt, ascends you to the status of the misunderstood martyr; one so noble as to be forever at odds with his times for the very best of reasons whilst awaiting his glorious day...