Of Which To Choose.

Of which to choose and none to be,
In putrid imbued morality.
To whom this trickled mien perceived,
Of much to give, a tad naive.

As trephine chastens faculty,
A cloaked respite to yet decree
Is and was and am, to be
The shadowed lair for none to see.

A dance of chance, however brief,
Crinkled curves of slight reprieve.
To One whose glance these words receive,
Dwells forth the knot thus deigned to weave.