The only thing
Which is either deep
Or significant
In that last but one piece
Are the sloping margins
Which I believe are there through
A potent mixture
Of doubt plus a pinch of ecstasy
Doubt; because it was
Because it is, because
It most certainly may be, because
Most likely, it always bloody well will be
Ecstasy
Well once you have been there
You have been there haven’t you
No more to say than that
Oh what a mixture though
A veritable bacon and brown sauce of a taste
A definitive modus operandi
For the blessed as also for the cursed
