Tamed by the sight?
Asking only if a vestige
Of conscience in savored, might
Has the sense of time; twain or these?

Patience has watched from afar
Thought and seclusion, made well
Taken for the earthen must, we compel to warmth
Threshold and forces we consider, like ringing a bell...

Taut, the mental image of happiness
In the skill's of honoring need, and redoubt
Fury is such a lacking discipline, if I seek your bless...
Truth in its is and does, a witness act upon now?

How in the let, baring all...
The rued and the soon, to wish we were a power
Of simplicity in the many, and the salt we favor for halt
Of a crush of existence that has come with sameness's lover

Charisma, equaling stead
Or the turn of silence into a proper ask of a friend
The life of arduous more, sought in the compliment of ahead
Will the hope of significance make us a soul worth amends?

Portion
And the decency to know
A finish of compromise's risen devotion
Will a happy kind, save our all, for the deed's we owe?