Sonnet 12

I walk alone, the flightless plea
Of stolid, youthfull countenance
Disliked, I haggle my defense
I walk alone, he walks with me
Equivelence, he claims to be
Yet he is none but family

O light the fire and feed the bait
And feed from that smoldering reckoning plate
For the desk is wood, his letters from sea
Excrutiating company--
I come from the sea and he from the town
My twin is a lad with a blistering moan
I walk alone, he walks with me
Excrutiating company--

These letters are typed with that family touch:
Though I lie and I lie, I still say too much