Towers of Air

Tomorrow: there greatness dwells
& Muses wait on that distant shore –
kinder Muses that do not begrudge
to onerous labour its just reward.

But sea-tossed minds are monsters’ fare –
siren fodder, kelpie riders –
& Genius never once was fair
nor ever kind to his pursuers.

Wiser men for love or letters have
consigned themselves to towers of air:
who am I then to tempt Ruin
out of Scorn’s reeking lair?

Tomorrow: there greatness dwells
& Muses wait on that distant shore –
the land recedes ever further
before the dawning meteor.