I do not know subtlety; I mourn
The flymabysmal of justice absolute,
Echoes of you standing on
Platinstratus platforms and forgotten norms
Of professional etiquette, late-on-arrival protest
To he who isn’t like the rest.
To see me is to see me stumble:
A lazy effort like a feline sleep,
Twitching at the thought of
Saline substances in minced meat
And a constant stirring of broken water
Bringing colour to my shaking surface.
Grow early, become with haste;
Youth is something that you build.