‘…our human speech is naught. Our human testimony false, our fame and human estimation words and wind. …Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth…’ Robert Browning The Ring …

A lamp is lit. Until this moment, when the flame of the lamp flares blue, then settles to steady yellow inside its ornate globe, the young man had been impressed …

Within this poem is a mind, a body, and a world beyond repair. There is a patina of respectability; there is a semblance of order in these four tightly-held stanzas, …