Some ordinary seconds crush the kings of hours.

Some more adept Wanderers
conclude their adept into-All-Depths-Journeys

resting upon th'knee-deep Glory-flowers & liqueurs

or Harmony & heaping trill's petals
& et ceteras on their hair

... while some yet sound men of hushed caliber
may watch their slighter/slender plans of compromises

swept by th'benumbed air

consigning to some Quiet Grave their echoless history

O Courage's Th'Byword of our great & singular Duet
with Fate, and Resignation's but the same-pitched plot

of Eternity                    
             ... as Death:

Progress is th'ornamental note ( but after-thought )

unlocking th'mum nature of our closed, trackless Humanity

always awaiting Th'Thrust      
of her (some momentary & as yet unborn) composer

to rescue her!                   

   ... from Th'Anonymous Noonness

to Th'Cosmic Sunset's score of inexorable

Metaphor!