Mention me
When patience has run its course
The sublime, the tone of a voice to be
Edges accurate, and gifts of also and all may, or worse...

Throe of light, tangible
Sense of couth, totality
Speed of curiosity, traditional
Meter of composure, veritability

Long times, with no shoes to walk
The land of compare and suitable ire
The times have forsaken me, a risen shall to sulk?
Was a place of comment and identity, what has shown denial?

The taste of honey...
Judged for a length, of when a praise has seen the truth
Is a fury in the lore we carry?
The turn of peace into a place for guidance begging youth?

The taste of milk...
Even and though, a shred of decency has halted
The wages of simplicity, have become a passion's fulfilment
The truer sake and due legend, of what a season faulted

Opus duality
The marvel of accomplishment, now the cadence of exist
To wish in an open hug of decorum, an idle lip with a vicinity
Come from nowhere, the shadow of privilege to lend, the mention