“Words never rust, I promise.” That is what you said, remember?
Yet, it still feels like mocking Harlequin and Columbine at Tivoli.
And you can’t even wink now, once we have played all the classics
we never intended to. On second thoughts, perhaps you are right.
Maybe it is not rust, but the deceptive patina of well-kept devotion
to righteousness.
hidden pilcrow 