so far, this immutable truth:

conduct directs semblance,

while speech and spectacle

jointly labor.

singly, rarely whole.

doubly, always full.

in either never lacking.

 

and when matching breaths,

honeyed cream arrests me,

and halts mobility.

then spanks me to a choking gait,

missioning through my piping mutt.

 

but once swayed by panting affectation,

i’ve not the faculty

in amplified cogent mind,

nor in creeping hinting principles,

to detect any irregularities of fortune

or missteps of horoscope.

bed receive me.