Bound to the bandwidth of time, watching each dead end sneer
a fistful of garrulous grand power pounding on my chest insincere
Dear Lily petals drinking acid rain, choking on each sip,
A drink of despair imploring love, lavish as the heart of tulip.
All that written, and I relegate a silent roar onto this verse
Like all dead poets do to escape an unbreakable curse.
And I'd consummate my love in a bed of poetry and rose.
To say it was worth if all along my heart broke and froze.