The Classical Study (2)
“Blessed the bell”
I asked the Master of Shadows
wherefore and wherefrom
and he replied, I sell
insurance in a tiny town
My head is a cracked and pitted bell
or only the crack within the bell
and I’ve lost my reflection
down the town well.
Will you lend me a bucket
to get it back,
then land me a hat for that second head
and a ship to sail to the Quadrant of Dreams
and a dream to savor in the mean?
For I am the Virgin of Invisible Ink,
famed Laureate of Lyric Deceit,
shadowless snowman in the tropical heat,
a game that can’t be won.
My theory is that time is done.