Ruthie's Dilemma

[12.25.04]

Swept cyclic zenith in its rush;
everyone unfolds their stories,
All the more Ruthie hides from such and such;
and they listen but feign, their hiss
like transcendental plagiarism...
There, dews pour heavily
and fields of mist blind mysteriously
She is socially uninvited but too aesthetic to give in
But in times of rennaisance,
in case Ruthie comes out in the open,
it’s an allusion, loathing before you, triquetra –
There’re silly astrologers playing with Ruthie...