Too much reality for one night
Let me carry this mask
Let me hold it to my face.
I am proof--
Proof from all
(You cannot interject, I will not have it)
Drink absolute of my cliche:
The Answer is at the bottom of this chalice--
It is my grail , as I am frail
Limping toward Arthur
The lamb that he seemed
The trick more ancient
Than the landscape can remember.