THE INTROVERT

after Wordsworth

Suddenly, those fears

Your first and ever-dreaded foe! Suddenly

You turn from some imbecile prose

That rails and ricochets against chimeric life

With dictums ripped from surface

Scars by wanton brains, a moral pose

Thoughtlessly ill fit to Orphic lyre

And with your beauteous breath you slowly

Refuse refuge, jolting yourself with jeers

That anxious years will bring an empty heart

And blinded thought.