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.