Is’t balm for us, this void of sky?
The stars have no network address.
A bit of you for me, I fear, be toxin more than bliss.
Where love of metal nannies warms,
the love of flesh doth mock.
And whence the blame? What leads us ’stray?
What claim have you or I, to shock?
Don’t take my hand. Where could we jump?
That no one’s been a thousand times?
I’ve faxed myself to Saturn’s rings; your love hath broke my pump.
—“Because Lilly”
bascal edward de towaji lutui, age 14
5 This poem, which appeared in Letter Review magazine three weeks after it was written, is the last document Prince Bascal is known to have submitted for publication. All sources agree he was wildly despondent at the time.