None I abuse, for none hath abused me,

I love nature and then to nature art.

I cross the Rubicon to have creed in Trinity,

yet this propel is perplexing!

I dangle on determination and loggon logic thinking,

will-o'-the-wisp is I dislike.

Altruism is I like and bestowal too,

rus in urbe is I reluctate.

Detachment is I like, but not subsisting in it.

I like of making glance on gestures of one's,

and to interpret one's id and its idioms.

Avocation is mine of making stanzas,

I even like English words to frame them new.

What my I to you,

I dose myself wretched collating to few.

Skald Quill Carry