Restless Propertius (II.34.66)


Restless
            laughter (mercurial al-
                                    ready leaden)


                                       My braindogwhiff,
                                                     always whereelsewhere,
                                                     is sniffing the wind

Quicker than you,
This glue,
a balance hung.

Bulging clouds shunt future
Everything epic promises death
While something half-moored,
                              nescio quid maius is sung
            and my braindog barks at the heel.