“I don’t need to be forgiven” – The Who –

basking in purity, Our lights out and remaining mute – what

can we do to make things right?

Here in our sullen jungles we attain justice on the Wing, a

wild Osprey gliding overhead in

grand Circles hunting down our Night-Mistress

obtaining subtle Sacrifice from the Muse

who stands in the way with hip thrust Out a

Chimera whose tricks are surely up against

a Wall – We

have fathomed the dry skies as a sort

of divination, ready from

the Start --