My I

Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…

Lightness, sightless.

O! A lightness, sightless and bold: oh, its tightness in these moments foretold. How did I do?…

I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease…

If wine makes us dizzy and head turns elapse as time takes us, busy and dead-tired, contracts…

The beginning of seasons, you herald new calm before, beginning, and between none. The oldest of…

Remaining uxoric, I wince at the phase of the passing moods, the lingering praise for deeds only…

Rising again from your cool, dank succor: may we celebrate what leaves if you weather these barren…

Lingering here still I sense that blackness lingering there will it lapse to sadness as only those…

In currents of bolts, as weavings unseen by all but the architects, the poets and queens, do…

As the sun impends, a glowering foment, I anticipate these seasons with the cardinal dour: I quintuply…