By John Delonas
How desperately vast Is the loneliness I live. The peopled plain is Creatureless for me. I should seek a mate From the same slime That oozed my other self. I should sprawl in mud With a thing As foul as me . . . Nay! The sport is To dunk an Ariel In the bog of Caliban. For the unnecessary is The only (and delightful) Sin.