This is my song, both strife and succour.

I fight for hope, for surety, for my friend, for the blood’s clarion call to the heart,
for das Ewigweibliche denied its place in art,
for my humanity, for tremendous sins and for gruelling virtues,
for everyman, for the voiceless call on the wind,
for proud mountains and for hallucinatory cities,
for shelleytolkiendylanbrowne, for ninareginajanisnewsome,
for all the future poets, for the tree,
for they who made me.
Above all for love in a barren landscape
and then for my empty self.

For the vessel which I am.

(MD)