Identify the stars that both
The restive and the wretched follow
Brought to life in a dewy arena
Known to man as dreamland
In resolution of the feminine
The bane of torture of the man.

Stubborn beings do what they can
Break their faith to pledge their troth
Throw their lots with the sanguine
Pose in their fields, adepts as solo,
Clutching vacuous freedoms in hand.
Inspired of either, a ballerina

Who basks in attentions in the arena,
Distributes pleasures for a man
In his revelatory rift, on land.
Satisfying opposites both.
And halt the esoteric that follow
To arrive somewhere in the feminine.

No concept of the richly sanguine
Inasmuch as rivets the ballerina
Leaving stars awash to embark solo;
Youth joins in with outstretched hand,
Insight for such dried Experience as can
Imminent as the destroyer of the troth.

To apportion the forming land:
To bind the material with the feminine,
And so the sea pulses, and the sky both
Jumbling in the same arena,
In the footsteps of retiring man,
Redolent with long echoes that follow

Heartwrenching an inflicted solo
Absent partner gripped in hand
Living out the passions it can
Handicapped by the giddily sanguine
Balancing the ballerina
In an enigmatic troth.

Wot a waste of parafin
Cast puff of sails moored in marina
Fastidious aloft ne’ertheless so quoth.