This is the way to start a sentence about startling a sentence. Here is the tense that has not heart, that tramples beyond its own infirmity. O! how exquisite is the loss of all that we have shared, all that we might better have hoped only to have lived for. Pleased, said I, who cares so little about such things, who'd rather be a mast on a plumb of piddle than underlit by dunks ...
At this point dive into second. Soon I will try to correct a foil trivial to all but those who see behind a wet-pressed fin. Or would this mean that all was tossed in this here twirl? What am I to do sayeth the elderly man. I will goes into these houses that you have made for me and will tell you all I slate.
So it crawls off far into the sky that never answers
Where daylight falls but knows neither you or ye
Fall into my arms of twilight
As I kiss the pit that stomachs not its pith
And in this return to faithful sentience, gaze but have not
Fear for all I try will bring to nought this pail of peers.

To say again.
To say it here/
Only this
can I know, that where I fly together will you warp that
above embrace my flight.
Or shall it only be that here do swim upon the grace of all
that has o'ercome this vault of
sceptres. Steeped in vain revamp
or put upon
at reason's heap.

Not to say or not to
As

with this gaze upon failed Mystery
or in the giving go, the living loss
strikes against these bows

Which only says to this that will go variously to bay for noisesome sleep.
Stern
among the frolicsome pompadors.