There, out & out, in sprawling darkness-
Stump-jumpers reeling at princesses or
Kitty-cats, those young squires ramparts assailing
For castles he’s built with all his wits for;
There, beaten casements of languid basements
Where hidden treasures lie, unbidden by
Forgotten exes, rotten Iucks’ fragrances:
Where chase cheapens the hearts’weakened lullaby.
Here, Victorian’s the victor of the day-
Syncopes & illides spoil his mind-
With sing-song ending he abides,
Where no creeping creature should choose to stay:
With his imagination now forsook,
He wiles awhile, there, in his books.