On the river that flitters And flutters and flubs, I float: Irreducible litter shorn of because. What I am, I am; what was, was. An ephemeral caliphate Scribbling down his fix of fate. . . . On a foolscap scroll that lolls, I write Wry words to puzzle the animal, Adumbrate the damned and pierce The ghost that keeps our feelings fierce.