In the sophisticatedness of our entrenched fellowship
I am shielded against all the ruinous breaths
From all forms of witless and offbeat eccentricity.
So if I overhear that I am an idiot
...
have you ever lain face up
in the dead of a dawdling night
spurned by sleep
and starving
...
Beneath this turbulent corner
Where we both find ourselves
Our mutual mortal assignments;
Where it may appear
...
Stone-faced, he stared at me;
Unindulgent to life he stared.
And in the screen of his eyes,
Unfolded that ancient history
...