Yet, as many as a Hundred Forceps, yet
Fail to traipse most of my Regrets succeed
Since fuelled most by the Sky's Living Bet
Placed ample Fortitude on me indeed
For since Delusion be mainly the Cause,
A Mask borrowed from Legerdemain's Cell
When lifted - spring the Ghoul in search of Pause
Begging for Alms dressed in Velvet befell
But just like you - a Format un-controlled
Where Germinated Passions do a-rise
Was what Sane Nature calls; Or so a-tolled
Burrow Favoured Moments in your Disguise.
You could just say, and let the Armour do
Weave another Net; And your Certainties too.