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I thought about using half-rhymes, not these
Exact, full rhymes, not bunk and swank and pink,
Not other and together. It's a kink,
To stick to iambs, no extremities
Like amphibrachs and dactyls, congeries
Of disconnected mouth sounds, on the brink
Of madness. Nor will I, with a bright wink,
Turn from pentameter with a soft wheeze.

Not this time. I will end as I began,
The little variations telling much.
The big ones go too far, a rhythmic crutch
I will not lean on. I'm a better man
Than that, a better poet. There's no plan
For change, nowhere to go, no breeze to touch.