by all that's hyperextended, so and so
what follows.
not to drop the silverware of stars--
thereupon to clink and clank the
livid plates of one more pair of mortified
eyes.
by the great ultimatum of eat or erase,
erase binds its space as to keep...
let X=sustenire.
Not I, said he--I said he...to portion
my feast as to serveth you and you.
yet portion met no hungering space in
that fateful offering.
so portion to portion ungiven...
my feast assumed its rot--laid waste
to its Age.
I'm as soon ****** as forgiven,
and so are you.