Sometimes I wish it could be first.
Save all the miserable extra words, but
to do so would be the blunt pin to bust
the sweet balloon of my natural inflation.
And really, you do understand, don’t you?
Breaking with precedent would only go to prove
that all which is so well ill-wrought can be made
into a figure of such little interest – so perfected –
my Gentle Reader would no longer fuss with me.
Never again to search for the truth with
which I needs must end all or end nothing.
As certain as we render unto Caesar his stuff
It is the law of the blogosphere:
I must end with enough. . .