You’re exempted from outdoors, empty Psyche, 
Exempted from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..  
That’s before I reverse your leavings, fragrance —  
 
The calm never resolved —  
because we’re only one muppet and one marine  
reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, the last weaves.   
 
“‘In a way’,” he said, “‘nothing saved me until we ran the gauntlet —’”