Maybe, never
Influences that deliberate the known
Succor we can afford, the lucre we find, severe
Patience's, we turn to same, the past's indifference sewn

As a laugh of committal, that hasn't the name
Of compassion to collect, the risk's of power's
We seek, the tempter with the voice of charity, asking many may
We begin the song of lover's, to describe a how, like a liberty's flower

We seem the decency we have begun
Tastes and honor's in lived, causes that make us overwhelm
Time in it's distant stare, with creation
Taken to our shadow's and friendship's of imagination, we have seen heaven and hell...