Once I was a Marxist, now I’m a Darwinian. 
To let cleverness exceed indecent levels  
 
we formed a taxonomic relationship.  
Better than marriage, it was an atmosphere-filled parallax.  
Parallax is no toy. It’s an example of completion we can’t have.  

Some wind, just above freezing, my Marxism is coated with near ice and disheveled.