Unknown Artist — The Thwarting of the Wise Bracket

Thwarting the wise bracket of his balm For what is less than humdrum, trusting The last recrudescences , Bleak in the resurrections Of his bargaining He is thrust Into gladdening rooms Out of forlorn spaces. The old reminders Do their work Blinding his orts In a weaker darkness Beggaring Dissection. His apologia For a fool’s errand Is equal to the porings of the wise. The hail-mothered Underplayed Come to their consolations, It and he Gathered on.