re-enter macbeth,
                                          re-enter macduff...

let's just keep it at that,
i can't be bothered to rewrite verbatim...

as i already said:
for me shakespeare is *macbeth alone...

    i have no pity or heart
alone, to mind
having to cite the other plays
as worth settling a guise
of the conclusive genius....

i just kept myself encrusted
in macbeth, and in macbeth
alone, to steer from the pompous
regurgitations of future generations...
to keep a scorn, a fraction of
shakespeare's "lost" oeuvre,
this sort of "escapism"?
keeps the artist to be most intact...
people ought to know:
the artist is finicky, & thereby picky...
and therefore expects this
audience to be likewise:

truant of the oeuvre -
     while the fan of a certain work:
the point: within reminder of an
undertaking: atheism; better:

accursed be that tongue that tells
me so,
         for it hath cow'd my better part of man:
and be these juggling fiends no more
believ'd,
     that palter with us in a double sense;
that keep the word of promise to our ear,
    and break it in our hope.

i'll keep my word, and recite no more.