In between two numbers there are so many more Uncountable and infinite this is their allure And then there is the circle, unmatchable, unsquare. There is stern white beauty, the air is very pure
In between two numbers, a dancing pair can kiss The band has paused to take a breath, the space is not amiss The music has its rhythmic beat, how different from mere noise Listen to the humming, listen to its voice
In between two numbers,puzzled and unsure I try to guess the one you sent, your manners are obscure Am I thinking in straight lines, when curves would tell me more I see the comic sanctions that down on me will pour
In between two raindrops, in between two tears In between our words and songs, love displaces fear
He was a picky person with a penchant for piss artistry He liked to excite women with his studied impropriety. He often went to bed with a woman of society Then she would be troubled by her sudden notoriety.
As demanding as a pigeon with one eye and no stability; Although he had been gifted with a wide range of abilities. He always told the truth in a manner Jesuitical It gave rise to deep wounds and to curious thoughts inimical.
He read between the lines and fantasised romantically He knew his Greek and Latin and corrected folk pedanticly. He liked to drink ripe brandy and practise tantric gallantry. Until it led to arguments and words fired off too frantically.
He said he felt real lonesome even when he was in intimacy Wished he’d never bothered to lose his youth’s virginity He did too much for others and got stressed out accidentally Until his control broke and he lashed out unimaginatively
So now he is in prison and finds it suits him perfectly. He was made to be a hermit and he lives his life less jerkily. All he misses now are sweet ladies so well loved by men… He wonders,can they be jailed,share his cell and comfort him?
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day. The things which I have seen I now can see no more