I think continually on those who truly hated Hate
Because, in them, God's Trust was but a Talent
& who, Red, Rasta, or merely Rubbish, Indians- to emulate,
Notting Hill's Carnival & Chesterton's Nothing Ill-
Most mystically, made univalent
Auberon! Prince! Thyself the Changeling of Desire Imperious
At bottom, Bottom, as Tyrant, is a humour too serious.