One might say your gaze is veiled in thickish fog:
Your mysterious eye (is it blue? or gray? or green?)
Is alternately tender, reverent, and cruel,

The fervent lovers of the austere savants
Adore, in their dotage, each of the sweet
And powerful cats, pride of the house,

Today, the universe is splendid—
Without death, without hope, without brides,
We are grooms of a horse drunk on wine,

Knowledge defeats its own end
approaching the state of heaven
when it envisions

An extremely rare species, only found in remote jungles. A distant relative of the parrot, the Human Filing Cabinet subsists solely on interoffice envelopes, which it devours at an alarming rate by opening and closing its metal drawers.

A several-headed monster most commonly found on street corners, usually after dark, especially in Brooklyn. Although it has many arms and legs 
and many names, and appears to be a group of several independent and childlike creatures, 

The people with minds
        will speak their minds,

My mother was born in a country
whose name I can’t pronounce.

Breathe when they aren’t looking. Suck your fists if you have to.

The natural law is wearing winter’s face.