accusation after accusation
the thoughts do come flaring in my direction
quaint & qualm, in reverie they snare my enemy
nearby I lift a cradle to the chest
sink my nest, divest myself of my enemies’ love ‘r’ lust
still, sinking like a pebble heavy-crested nigh dawn’s moon lo’ sunken still entrenched
I’m fiddled, wand’ring sitten oft’ around but shot too so