Like true, like more, in cold regret
Harrowing mars of simplicity
Have the taste of a house where we met
The nerves of sense, come for stance and audacity

Miles above our repose, a storm form's
The tale of complexity, to serve as a door
Where we wink, stink, and think the minding of norm's
Suggesting the guidance of a hand along the reach of other's

Sincere rain fall's
The torrent asking the house to understand
Were we the same of unity, oft a happier but silent wall?
Or is a gift of room's and their sides, a fear we can...?

Tenatiously, the isn't and the done
Realizing the truth in a legend, approval of misfortune's who'd
Nature has a laugh, we have, or ache and similarity to gun
Looking this way and that, if a love is to survive, is could not...?

Threshold, do we know the rise of yet another fate?
Ably, continuing with harbored commit
Energies in reserve, if not conscience to lend, for sated
Weal's we never knew, except to say, the irony we meant...

Confused, the storm abates until severity's morrow
Work's we have been, totaled for ages, mere and decision near...
Seeking the poise of courage, if not comprehension in worlds
Seemingly for the commonness we see outside, out where, if and all sakes, adhere