where in your fellowship you find
room enough to quaintly consider
the night shade that in you inspires
a wayward your daily grind

but you ask not questions that beckon
the moon's silhouette surely knows
your innermost timeless projections
objections and isms and vile s

with only yourself your own image
naught but moment airy and lapse
in a collective memory forbidden
great writing and company were sat

and met by the ocean were smitten
and touched on the surface well toned
in the art of all sorts what was given
for only a moment's thought