CANTO 62
Rapid fire from the orchestra pit. Rodents of introspection fight over my name. Night and day in dizzying assent Over-amor me, but only by natural means. Wait & see. Come in & see. Neither course Looks friendly, neither deckchairs in the noise, Nor praying when they rip. Drift to the sea If go you must, the green weed sings a serene sarong. The ivy of our lives has a sweet tone. That's a moment; the carnival consists of stanzas. We read Adorno while the fuschia bloomed. Basically, when you trod on my neck, I admired your foot and kissed it, while ________________ The last line of this sonnet, so nearly completed. was erased by a lightning strike.