ELSE

Cast aside all delusions,
All royalty of brown, murky thought
Swamped in wanting, starving want,
To the token marble statues
Fawning in the well.

Beautiful, are you, where
Phrases should be full, curved,
Naturally dangling, or perhaps not,
Running fast and dark, dark blue.

You are someone, not like them,
Or anyone who might say such-
Not even you, then!
You are something completely, entirely
ELSE.