How is it
That you find your way
Into everything I do
Even after you’ve said your through?
For a man of such power, you really
Lack in valor.
Alexander, the man with walls like towers,
your name differentiates each turret with deliberate exquisiteness:
the desolate spirit carved from a dysplasia of alexithymia
The handmade blockade of slanderous stone. Frayed from grenades of those who invade. You conveyed a charade to those you could persuade.
Yet, I found an alternate arbor…climbed the platonic tower –with ironic willpower–
Only to uncover
my passionate commander of candor,
my illicit Alexander.