Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist
Love alters my brief hours and suggests
into the ear of those who care to ask
are whispered soft succinct behests
to progress onwards towards their task.
such sound soliloquies framed
came knowledge of which, few knew
to find yourself an unknown named
at last love offers me some clue
if only to find some proper love
I could practise all I knew
I’d open schools of life above
this unpleasant ticking hue
adoration and affection becomes my broken bread
to fill full the heart of any empty island head.