Decadent, if bespattered or splashed,
Sparks off a slim difference in thinking,
All-passionate, yet sober ― the dash:
A hero sentience might go a-blinking,
With flippant, rinky-dinky inking.
Only if fit, may experts agree,
If in no awe of things realistic,
Or pith of matter militaristic,
Take a long run, or ― just one heat
To grapple the type of chemistry.
I keep the place and honest length
Out of sincere sentiment.
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