Old dalliances were plenty
Like a slip of the ear
She's drinking up nepenthe
To blur the visions too clear
She says I was only drifting
A part of me is still
Odd as old, and shifting
As a single falling quill
I refuse this
My bitter pith
Mercury's in the water
Alas in retrograde
We humble human fodder
Sipping lemonade
She says what's the worst can happen
Apart from all of this
Now solitude's in fashion
Let me romanticize the myth
I refuse this
My bitter pith