SONNET 97
CÆSAR. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
~ Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
The inverted palace: snail shell-like directs all right
Above thereafter quarrels here must hunger greatly,
I drowned in skulls in once before like blank hope plights
Worthy, rode my charioteer'n the smoke here, faintly,
Chaste of long dead inquisitors so long their leave.
Impression's all the world, my friend, chance a pensive
Face murk among faces glow'ng they chastised perceive
Revel, o faceless dirge of mine came defensive,
True! hell is under Paris, clamoring for death,
But hell, too's delusional, land stays an escape
Across the issue plain, the learn'd and learning met,
Like a gamut, like stones in a shimmering break
Fractionate and halved, bisected, renew'n the grit;
Own barks resonate, finding Caesar's bod amidst.
