A Byronic Hero's Search among Randomness and Regularity for Constructive Nihilism
I am not your admirer,
But an envious critic!
How dare your verse humble me
With such clarity beyond excess
So many ways to my final breath
But so few have I given a chance,
The tipping edge in view at a glance
No pause - but respect poor Macbeth.
A letter with love in every line,
So easy in words when I write for you
Just flows in verse as thoughts surround you.