Poorly holding up to the harsh assault
Mal reggendo all’aspro assalto
well, if that's so, aight,
and this is the test, we took it,
what would ya thank for that, eh?
Heavy metal, anvils are the archetype,
before Iron Horses and world tying steel
industrial spirit to try like hell
to move a mountain told to move,
ai, we had a form of free press, indeed
and steam, bound in cylinders ground
and smoothed to specs a micron or two
from perfectly round, squared center to edge,
by pi, the idea, we need
to make compassion,
compass me round about, and think me mad,
with deep and sensitive gentle assurance,
ai, we made the crossing, we're on
the other side.
I'm not, I am a little drunk.
Rare state, feels familiar, kind of rejuvenating.
Wisdom smiles on those who try,
and try again.
Remember all this is after we won heaven,
by being invincibly ignorant as to why not.
A fine Merlot I found above the microwave, serendipity-ishly
