So The Self Under The Eye Lies,

You Are Who You Choose To Be.

I Shall Also Take You Forth And Carve Our Names Together In A Yew Tree, Haloed With Stars.

Stilled Legendary Depth: It Was As Deep As England. It Held Pike Too Immense To Stir, So Immense And Old That Past Nightfall I Dared Not Cast.

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

He Was His Own Leftover, The Spat-out Scrag. He Was What His Brain Could Make Nothing Of.