The sonnet will have to wait, but I did finish my slightly excellent
"I felt a matrimony in my brain"
I felt a matrimony in my brain.
Be perfect! For here under
The uniform marble expanse
Ever pindrops thunder.
A bell here, a bell there, a procession
(The modest virtue's Hell)
Be mine! And then my whisper kill,
That low subconscious swell.
Come to her, be by her, with her just now
And in her skull-smooth gown
She'll fragment rough, vague sin's entrails
Then fix them to Christ's crown.
Before me a heedless ring meanders
Chaose's vulgar tongue,
Yet is a divine formula
A sweet fruit of the lung.
At last a cold force pressed my neck
And holy stillness' end.
I felt the nature of water
The draught of Heaven's valve.
If that was nothing like a wedding, don't blame me; I've never been to one. Instead, blame the collapse of the family. Oh, I do hope someday I can get married. In meditating on this, we again ought to pray for the House of Windsor here on Earth. It may be Protestant, but that can always be changed.
St. George, pray for H.M. Queen Elizabeth II!