Chariots of Conspired

Audience this, reader 
ship. Your oars are boars
tusking at the bit to ride
the waves to askance dusk,
a purpling majesty without
the stone mountains, a bone
of intention, interoperable
as a mouse, universal as 
a physical property
(unfenced), épée
without a handle,
a sword-fool in the
Shakespearian
never the Miltonian
line, with good and
evil as confusing 
outcomes rather than
banality assumptions.