Panacea I know?
Weal in the world with absolution came
Fantasy and guardianship, a heart to owe
With a place meant for need, and the sparseness of somber shame

So life is a bucket of bolt's
Worming their way to the bottom
Where history remembers, the irony jolt's
One awake, from the sleep of voice and questions...

Can't, a risen plea, of measure and dismay alike
Save the world for have's caring right?
Still the charger of a wondering mind
I see the coping hour's have their belly for might

Time with a notion to befriend, a hand
In the sour finish of means come to heedless hence
Where once more, the tooth we prepare, for a staring chance
Is a response to haunting vice's, that came to offend

Life without solace's light
Timid as another may be, the whole of conscience
To wizen in open may and speed of compromise
The tool's of warmth, do they also share sincerity's prescience?