Byrons lemming twitches
fetches, bewitches

Extracts acuteness
from  desire 

In perpetual 
industry.

Cuts open my scope
to feed hungry fishes
 
Biting biting 
always biting.

Waging a rage
get in or out of my cage

Voice & scream 
of a wild & frantic fatalism

Sorrow & nil
raiding the kill.

A rainbow of wound
where enflames a soul

Fatal allures
that wield into sorrow.

Learn to make 
use of it, take 

To an everlasting, 
last breadth 

Its shimmering shadowy 
resilience

So monstrous 
& prickly-sweet.

Scorn not the burdens
of Byron's keep.

What woos forlorn and true
show and tell -

Eternalizes the fall
head first - 
where I fell!