May by all accounts
let us count what is unfisnished
and brave the new city wanderings
of night left despairing

This is a story of failure,
of bathos, like everything
upon second glance.
the unseen is the only thing worth while
and while you weigh your worth
you can find a branch of cypress tree
growing, a suitable perch for the diamond
birds who sing, tre-a-lee a lee,
the whistling ding of a copper pot, just shot,
spit fresh from the mouths of toothless deities,
old lechers once known as gods,
and now not known at all.

but it's better this way, so a whisper says,
like everything reconsidered.
Good advice comes cheap from all directions,
from the lives of failure.
If failure is the point of life,
then failure is success.
But if success is a means in itself,
we have a fork.
the kind of fork for eating shellfish.
Which is verboten according to the wisdom.
of several most prominent religious scholars.
the shellfish is there for a reason.  We live in
a filthy part of the world.  If everything is
water, we can't see to deep.

Again the man of religious learning says oi.

"Fine do it for the environment, we used to call it
G-d in my day, the instructions are the same.
Don't eat shellfish, don't eat pigs.  meat and dairy together,
too excessive.  That's a fork. Hey really we've cultivated all
the good advice, more advice than you could ever use.
but I understand, you're a smart kid, we'll arrive on your own,
sounds great I wish you LUCK"