Far past Fardels which these Signals carry
Any but Glitches pend we may conclude
That for intent Somber Moments tarry
Only to apply such Best Bet in you
So why do your Spot-Clouds drizzle Reason,
If Reason for Reason's Sake mark Reason's End?
Whilst by the Hand - cryonised by Treason
For whose Party those Tories do Amend
Yet prove this - in Waxing most Trodden Floors
Mostly encourage to Slip and Defect
Yet as we Lie - Hymns imprint on those Doors
Cruising our Handles to Resurrect.
And let the Will - in his own ****** Soul
With Clasping Hands seep a Part of your Whole.