The puppet strings That light Your banana yellow Face strikes A hollow pang.
Your roommate Speaks with the gloomy Eloquence Of a Greek tragedy, Or an American vision Of a corrupted Greek tragedy, Or maybe a lonely English Counterpart well you get the Pointβ
Two lovers Wrought in silk and wool Sweaters Forever unaware Of the fact that no matter How devoted They are to each otherβs Well-being,
Their eyebrows will forever Never touch.
Read more John Keats! That's a personal reminder too.