ZENITH

 

A more favourable sky in the zenith

He had never espied. The way man is,

Thinks Zhou, tells us of the true nature  

Of power.That wild life, that primal life!

A charming underground,

A secret cellar through which  

Unanswered questions, unamplified hints,

Like a seedy stream of rent boys bimboes 
Pimps prostitutes perjurers 

Wend their way, and with other features, besides:

Imaginary dialogues images metaphor

And epigrams flickering in the mind;  

Unimportant flares lost in the forest

Reappearing as grudge bearers.