Drawing-Rooms, The Only Terminus
Now my charms are all o'erthrown
My secrets all displayed
Vastness beckons every bone
Until I am betrayed
If and when betrayal comes
From one I least expect
Vastness implicates my thumbs
At least in retrospect
And, in the winter of my days,
With microscopic qualms
The astrolabe will go its ways,
And, with it, all my charms.
Contributors: | (trad), Apsley, Roland, fester. |
Poem finished: | 10th November 2000. |