Round – oblong – like jam –
Terse as virulent hermaphrodites;
Calling across the sodden twisted ends of Time.
Edifices of importunity
Sway like Parmesan before the half-tones
Of Episcopalian Michaelmas;
Bodies are so impossible to see in retrospect –
And yet I know the well of truth
Is gutted like a pratchful Unicorn.
Sog, sog, sog – why is my mind ambitious?
That’s what it is.
(Noel Coward)
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