Where we're going with beer, we're too bare to be there - where to wear every fear as we wore, when to bear every burden unknown, we two henceforth declare: "Let appear all our enemies; we'll meet them there." Were a bear in a chair to appear, we'd give beer for to thereby return everything as things were, and their shades to restore, as when we two sold firstly our fantasy's ware.
There’s a delirious energy to this, and a clear mastery of homophones. Lines like “Let appear all our enemies; we’ll meet them there” carry real authority. At times the word choice feels led more by rhyme than by pressure, and I found myself missing a single anchoring image or claim as a centre of gravity. That said, that may be the point, and I may be a traditionalist.