Creature too
delicate
To
endure us long. Ai! Domine, quis sustinebit?
The will fractures before such things.
Holyrood.
Unchained impetus,
The subtler momentum of all such
occasions.
A prince out of thy star, he thought.
Bare limbs
Wove above the rectory tile,
Slate grey, capillary. Trunks dark with
the rain,
Scarred by parasites. No thought worked
there
That he were a Polonious.
Institutional men do not imagine
themselves so.
Vagaries, rather, of the captive Geist
: lion, gone
Against itself to injury,
Set about by its keepers. Bloodmane and
furious.
We had been the regents of the earth,
he thought.
Power of command.
Peasant's mind shrinks before freedom.
Barony.
Find ourselves now in a debased state.
Ah,
They would spare a shackled child for
us, jadis.
Marrow for the Gespenster.
Cruel thought. He drank from the
waterglass,
Rose heavily, gathered up
His coat and briefcase, went slowly to
the door.
In the limpid water of the pond, orange
lilies,
Winter-flowering, swayed.
Vermiculo. Darkness over the surface of
the deep.
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