Chapter 1 – Anarchy

You come to me

In the wake of my slumber

You leave me fascinated

Eager and poemless

Abandoned at will by fleets

Of countless gentlemen

These lines hold me fast

Obliged to speculate

The next of thirty with-

In but not between

The confines of

This space

A page

A state

A limited perception

Underlying

Anarchy

Make my day