Being someone else? it’s quite enough
Being one, oneself, without a carried onus
Of others’ loss and bothers, others’ troughs
And eyes to cry in, and espy in what
The world obeys

On those old ways
Whereby we’d like to kid ourselves and trade
Pet dreams of cardboard pyramidic schemes
To prop our fervours; one such bitter cup
Is cup enough

To rough, to tough out; too too serious blues
To ride out kind of costly; patience fails;
So soils life’s beauties, life’s collaterals

Those laws which govern, whether governors learn
The presence of them; which do yet propound
Surround. astound by action, test and thrust
Cuffed headlong sometimes, sometimes baulked, frustrated much ,
Else-wise cognate of, with a share perdie
Rare elegant credentials, feed, unchained
As gifted by sought nurture

As if amongst a verdured greenwood lane in vales
Blithe solace pours,
And slakes a breast of cholers, squalours, jaundiced-coloured scrys
Like has no place , no palace halls compared
Nor fancy stairs on pleasant views, facades extraordinaire
Do rear a such grace against such a glorious glade

Whose honoured trees seat a floral underlay
Currying resemblances – wit trips remembrances
Purviews of lately-garnered golden charms;
Heart’s properties

Delights delighting, such as might perform
Laid pledges absolutely – and behovely bring
Recourse and consonance for troubled pensieri
Consolidations loudly singing praises

The fit of agitation eases off
Dour traces, scathes’ deceptions chafing darkly
A mind malign wrath-separated; are deterred, assuaged
Safe settled now in a patience’s gated alley
Heaped up with glorious vestures adumbrating, dressing walls

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