85
MONACLE
remote
ramblings,
stepped
and
spoken;
like
gamblings
that
bloomed-‐
only
to
be
broken,
wandered
and
roomed,
waited
on
quiet
landings
like
squandered
perfume
left
open.
marxist
marches.
mithril
kisses
under
gothic
arches-‐
role
playing
elf
and
cleric
in
cold
caves
removed
from
Berek
the
Halfhand's
chronicle,
seem
mesmeric-‐
when
seen
through
monacle.
but
the
other
eye
looks
back
too,
inside
this
rhapsody
with
you;
and
the
light-‐
switched
off.
switched
on.
off,
and
on,
loving
day
and
night-‐
through
prose
phases