Like a sparrows wing you were broken
Whilst I was feasting on Baudelaire
Hustle, harrow among dust bowls, soft words spoken
Never near, once more we, we were keeping clear
Midnight hour, crescent moon, for you the only token
Whilst I immersed in Poe and Mr. Arnold dear
Shuffle, ruffle, audits amongst dawn’s chorus woken
Ever to steer, rudder less throughout the sphere
