Where have you dreamt To reenact the shocks Learnt upon the misunderstanding Amidship between humanism, Subtlety, and emphasis elided Huckleberries pressed coldly Against the floor of my identifying palette Self-assigned and partially warranted Worms through a witheringly pensive lore Masquerading as the worship that becomes study This could be our magick panick, relapse <p align="right">island range<br> left to singe cheeks,<br> chafe our just desserts,<br> interrupt our staged distresses<br> punctuated via emotively sadistic the-light-full</p> Let-down, hang-round familiarity in a borough Whose pride I erroneously fell to love Whose prescient crank expects absolution As her puppet, I can be that kind of friend