It's a serious chore

To maintain close relations.

It takes commitment,

Determination,

And a persistent fervour

To face them smiling.

Hesitating like

Faulty clockwork Chinese toys,

He chafed under the

Disdainful patronage

Of a man for whom he felt

Nothing but esteem!

Fearful of sounding

As if he'd overdosed

On sour grapes,

He whispered prayers,

Fatuous prolixity, to

Dystopian gods

Whose jaundiced eyes

Shone diaphanous blinding  light;

Unredeemed  he'll soar

Luxuriating in

The power of unhinged

Language... he is free!

A shimmering pond 

Under Helios' nonchalant

Gaze; paroxysm...

Steeds champing at the

Bit, snorting most auspicious

Hell schadenfreudes!

Apotheosis!