at 3:37Am,
you ask,
I endeavor,
an answer
for you
an answer,
that is
intended
to last
a millennium
a millennium
a thousand years,
a thousand seconds,
a thousandth thousandth of
one second
the answer is firmament
the answer is permanent
the answer is plain
thy answer is fancy
You are my best poem
You are encased with in me
You are a piece of me
So, so selfishly
no endeavor needed,
but fervor'd
do I reply
Your being well is not
a sufficient condition
but a necessary one
for my own self-being
For whom the bell tolls,
For whom do I write?
I write for thee,
and in the words
are assured
the mutuality,
the betterment of us,
our private society
dare not deny me this!
for if denied,
I am
condemned
for a millennium
For you.