Inordinately Yours

How sweet to have a follower –

a swallower of all your doings

and your whims – ever-ready

to sing hymns in praise of you –

as he raises, claps his palms

in rhythm to his ardent heart –

pulsing like the iambs of adroitly

metered psalms – attentive

and subordinate – in and out

of doors – inordinately yours.






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