Stacked tonal asperations.  The luminous patina of an excommunicant / He thought about SciFi from the Sixties / Of a bright, lit, obvious labyrinth / All his life as if he were a mercurial creature / As if meeting death half-way by making connections / The kind of greenish pallor you’d desired — 

As the furry chestnut shadow turns from the window / Fighting the relative fight to endure / His coat with his assassin’s bullet, effluvia, life / All his life as if he were a mercurial creature / Etc.