pointed 
some purpose
for certain unachieved,
yet schemes still
forthcoming,
helps not, the 
setting,
all faded pages and
music,
alive with the 
dying destitution,
oh, that obscure romance,
the dance,
never shaken, nor
strong
enough to stay long,
aside
all these eternal glimpses
wistful wishing-
vanity hopes, but
not in 
vain,
might call them tropes,
but i
call them
stances.