Poem #2,689 | How I will conduct
How I will conduct this life
on my own terms is such a
luxurious projection – but I
will concoct my strategy to
incite giving-in at times – a
game of two players [there
has to be such] – I have had
enough of dull loneliness &
lockdown ways – long days
of switching-off [of loss & a
shuttered distrust] – We will
[by calfed-climb] do height
‘bove a salt-ish Ouse – tidal
clock turn through Downs –
to a peak in Lewes [serving
up there sucks of oxygen in
kisses] – I’ll conduct my life
under such adjusting terms