i am hemmingway in my writing
Ernest thoroughly albeit lost
i am writing about a love i know not
i am writing about a style i know not

whittle and whittle and whittle and whittle
no bard can i apprentice no stream can i harness
coming upon a chrysalis i am
your damnation yokes damningly upon me

alien, unknown this domain i yearn
puncture and disrupt my mantra you must