we all adored the fireplace built-in our beloved library,
its greatest mission of keeping us glowing while browsing,
and oh dear, we browsed, halfway through which,
knowledge was left barefoot in front of its speech,
inhumane master of effort,
exercising pack of matches for its very reach,
it took only One spark of blasted spiritual paper,
as I recollect, Joy titled it...
'' appropriate negligence ''
a pleasing story, 'I' thought,
yet wrangles with Joy as agreed,
for nothing indeed.