Nothing goes wrong where red is green, stop go;

even so, darkness domestic for light begs:

With love's key - mutuality - debased,

the embraced closer to the embracer

than the embracer close to the embraced,

and reluctant gifts granted, she'd become

veteran, grim, (her sacrifice's sum:

superiority) beyond reproach;

each round fired seeming some false tracer.

So the soil flew its own paucity

and like pollywog between egg and legs

stunted, in windowsill jelly-jar glow

fool roots, as the cutting's fate is to broach

only retardation's opacity.