Dragged out of yourself
Blatantly confronted with existence
What be the soul
Wether it be day or night
What taste is the virtue
or the bitter
From whom do we entreat our joy

Tumbled off the tips of my thoughts
The joinery of words at the fall
Lay it bare wanton one
fragile are the trusses of your soul
And the scales…. cruel
For who does god loves and who god does not love
Unless it is you….whom you ask…. for your joy