There are ribald interventions Like spurious seals upon A Chinese landscape-roll Or tangents to the rainbow. We have known these declensions, Have winked when Hyperion Was transmuted to a troll. We dubbed it a sideshow.
Now we find, too late That these distractions were clues To a transposed version Of our too rigid state. It is an ancient forgotten ruse And a natural diversion. Wiser now, but dissident,
I snap off your wrist Like a stalk that entangles And make my adieu. Remember, in any event, I was a haphazard amorist Caught on the unlikely angles Of an awkward arrangement. Weren't you?