As the fly there who looks upon you all,

'Fore a swat left a leg up on the wall,

The strong bodes fall hardest while the weakest

Stall, still sticking around for breakfast...

Before breathing for the light at the end

Of the hall, where would be new-found a den.

Demesne as addendum and resplendent

As clinamen reroutes the old ground's ten'ment.

Eminent as another door opens

And rem'niscent at best as from a pest

Incarnate to lifelessness whose poor soul lends

It's bode to a state of eternal rest.

Thus if bliss initiates--more or less--

Then consider this poem of lore's int'rest.

                                 Spencer Stilwell
                                   Spring, April 2013