Back when there was a hell, each deemed sufficient and inclusive for the occasion.
It’s easy, too distinguished and uniform now. 
Once back in the day the fair-minded had complex appetites, 
when pragma-morphism brainstormed over innocence — 
never happened.
In the larger context there was no recidivism to fashion. 
Dante nibbled fast, in very mumbled tones... under a huge, ampersand-shade of grace. 

There was a terrific wine list — and that made for grace twists, 
drinking perfusions, he had at strangers shedding their platform shoes.