excuse me, while i butcher the latin, i went to a roman catholic school, i expected them to teach me latin... they didn't... learning it myself, i had to turn myself into a butcher, trying to form a steak, while ensuring the limbs of cows were chopped of with absolutely brutality; hacking them off with a saw, cut, as if wolves biting into the mush of apples, biting into, rather than cutting into.

in what others deem most, in what others
desire the utmost,
    whether within context,
or content,
           in what others deems to be the most,
in what's needed, or what's to be
"desired", of such culminations,
i, find the least angry, the least hungry,
the least fathomable entity to attach
myself to...
      no word of man overcomes
the silence of god...
    *nullus vox ex **** vincit,
            par silentium ex deus...
for man be consumed by
thought...
               vox **** inversio...
namely cogitans,
          man's thought overshadows
man's spoken form,
  with forms akin to
  past: e.g. asked          (-ed)
future: e.g. asking            (-ing)
  and the present: e.g. ask (-)...
             take form, dear man...
see... the past the future the present be;
   and as such:
   so few receive the gravity of historical
presence: to receive.