He flew it higher than you might have thought,
Beyond the reach of Sense or Cymbeline,
Headed for higher office, like the Earl
Of Eyrie or the Alderman of All.
Beyond reproach he flew it, though unmanned,
And woman, too, if only she would listen,
However first impressionable that.
I can't make headway here. A ducal debt
Is nomenclatural and nothing more,
And yet he flew it higher than you thought
He could, a prince among the aspirants.
Fate and fatuity are oh so close,
Wax wings and a ball of twine at either end.
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