Begin And Beguile

If brains be gables & minds, say, the shutters         in a derelict New England Mansion         then intuition is in the         eaves & casements         the well-springs seeping into turrets & cupolas         of all other nether spaces.         These big, wide entrances are ourselves in all their splendor,         notwithstanding the Winchester Mansions         or Vanderbilt Estates where our         very personalities are laid bare         see antics give rise to attics         feed in onto themselves         where the Astor's of our alter-egos         are resplendent in rich pride of self         longing to manifest in lavish architecture         so redolent of wealth         yet see-sawing in, squabbling         their thread-bare servant quarters         where murderous passions         bare dingy walls and where stained,         yellowing wallpaper is harbinger to         further heart-felt quarrels &         what is unspeakable, gilded and more.         Manifold and many, recant and lament. Repent.