Women of soft proportions Have nothing to fear from me In the space of lunations, When I am all chivalry:
The witch sneeredthat I had a heart of stone,so stone I became.
Footsteps trackthe space and time between engagements from confineto confining edge:back and forth, intersectingin a roil alongblazed…
Wasted energyAfter wasting resourcesAnd precious time, drunk.