To a Fly Drinking

Fly in orbit, fly in creep, Margin on the edge of sleep, Feast your portion from the best.; I would bargain blood for rest! Leave your frantic fantasies bare, Sculpted onto empty air. Fly, you have not heard my plea. You zoom in on my ear, my knee. Rousing from my noonday haze, My lassitude becoming rage, I tell you, fly, cease now this play! But here you come again my way! Oh, brother of this feeble flesh, Darting, dodge this trapping mesh! 'Til once the blow! Swift undoes The circle into circle, buzz. Alike with life our end begun, Histories in speck and thumb. (with a respectful nod to William Blake)