There's no lie I may have raised or silenced:
          A lying man is foretelling truth
          Inept to overpass reliance. 

          There's no chance I can be interposed,
          No way of playing decadent or righteous, 
          No escape from acting both.

          That's why you crave me stating apropos
          To justify preeminent fruitions 
          Because I'm poised and merely propitious.

          I'm at your side to say it terse.
          For what it's worth exploit me well. 
          No rush, you cannot outdwell.

          Then letters gather: infinitely yours, 
          Benignant Lady Nonexistence.

2006
TA