Through labour divine have I crowned my true self
Through heart I have nurtured pours love so to help
Mine eye witness the highest of truths
Whilst the lexical throat turns to glorious sooth
With grumbling pride geared forth in direction
Clutched sacral chamber in the hope of perfection
To be found

Let the beast within me refuse to bow
In the face of doubt
Conjure king bearing iron sickle
With this riddle he tickles and teaches me
That to let go risks one anonymity
To the passage of time

I shall have to decline thy generosity

For his other bears specular mountain to climb
So I may look upon splendorous peaks of life’s mind to remember
How these steely, dark quandaries must be quietened and tempered
Upon the anvil of hope

The hammer of the philanthropist’s humour will bear down
On this ill-advised, mischievous sprite renowned
As she nibbles at my future’s lobe with sensual demeanour
It is a pleasure to see her

Yet I know this dark queen is a **** in disguise
As the beast rattles its cage demanding demise
Of the higher self
One stroke
I allow
For the sake of goodbyes

These phantom personas aside
We will quickly define ourselves
Alive and well
Each limb we have is able to tell
The story of our privilege
Honour this
Dally not
This is your shot
With the arrow of certainty
Blessed with serendipity
Honed by universal energy
To focus your senses
Then fire away
The reward is life’s blessing
Beginning this day