According To The Morning

My daily data report shows that I should know by now, that such
Brazen remarks on the remarkable might leave far too many marks on
the impossible human heart. O, who cares? Who calls? Whenever I
leave town to follow Elizabethan poetry wherever it should go,
landing in quarries and mouthfuls of ebb and ponds full of useful
flow flowing backwards never sorry, allowing me one pose, slightly
knowing, however sad it may seem, that i may never be coming back.