For the Unadorned

For the unadorned, life is still breathing

And for the goats on the ‘scape hills are still climbing

Defined are the untruths

For time is the honor of us all

Monolithic walls bequeath the unisom of the mer

Forgive and to forget the pains of heretofore

For riddles of bane from a hallowed oath

‘Tis all whom ever lived, has urged such a freedom

And those who refuse to refine to be

Shall have a power in numbers but not over me

Sorrow is agent to the man who cannot seek

Before and amends I send a sincerity of zealous mind

Never to be alarmed by circumstance

Never to fuse with the natural doing

I am to limit to that which limits protrusions

I am to prevail beyond that which cannot humble

Take my fortune ‘O vulnerable eclipse

I am submerged within an obscure world

Unknown to both you as much as knowledge

I am too the sensibility of my nature without a body

I; am too conjunct with mirth

I too am revolving around truth

O’er great unison of spinning wheel

My affluence is but concealed

Teach me for those of kind

To become a man of kindred light

No other; no greater other to adorn

I shall be beneath you for always

For riddance of demise I am here for all to learn

I am not sacrifice, I am too the light

Fret not a thankful note

Carry on to pillage the graceless moats

For further the clause may presume

By order of law and mercy be your loom

Take a good penchant toward exquisiteness of the refined

And be the just to unman the fire that beholds small verities

I am not the will and never owned the strength to devour them