To a Computer Writing Verses

Colleague machine, on unshared time,

draft after draft ticking off unstuck,

deep through the night we both of us rhyme,

seeking to slip through sense to luck.

"Not in Montaigne, but in myself

I find the faults I see in him."

Down in each Ghibelline dwells a Guelph.

The devils themselves were Cherubim.

Play with the language, Joyce's Christ!

lifting the feet, laying them down,

fed upon Rilke finely diced,

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