In thy nature of your idealist nomenclature

thou art in my favor.

I, too, believe in the clamor of astrological stature,

a life of flavor.

Recounting the steps of our relational continuum,

I savor each moments pass of retrospective verbatim.

Within this tether: a proclamation yours too, omniscient boaster and roaster of fools;

of course! here we are still standing! in spite of our ghouls.