30 10 / 2011
This is an effort of prophetic skill Not passing range of human calculation. A woman gets exactly what she will If she keeps willing it sans divagation. To have me secretly and altogether Yours is your will — unless your kisses lied. Sooner or later we shall slip the tether And all the world before us deep and wide Gape like the abyss, through which we fall to find Strange equilibrium without support, Strange rapture without sense, and void of mind Strange ecstasies that mock the name of thought. Sooner or later, Lola ! Circumstance Bows before those who never miss a chance.