CONSORT; CONTORT


I have a story to tell,

It isn’t mine to say

But if I were

To tell you how

Here to they,

And now to newer how

I could be gone sooner

And who quicker still now,

You’d never know

That it’s all those fields,

Chemistry, physics,

Biology, quantum mechanics et all.

But most of all

the art

Was of what was to come

What was ours to be curious,

And eminently alarmed.

Had campaigned in silence’s start,

Oh, what it was to feign a heart’s consort. CONTORT.

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