Through Marsh, through swamp,
It does not matter,
Though dark disdain,
It's her I'll flatter.
Such strength my want,
So slight my clamor,
It will remain,
So long I stand her.

Love,
It's not what I'd rather.
So sweet, so sticky,
Like brownie batter.
I'll make a point,
But it may be tough,
It's great, but
Much too dense, this stuff.
The urge to urge.
Browning's "Life in a Love".
My nerves on nerves.
I'm sure -- I've done enough.