Logic moves
Moving with peace, and the stir of deem
Since am, is its own heady reproof
Meant for any who would, the irony of seem...

Seclusion of a sin, the rue we take to intrusion...
Has the sordid and the accrue, become a hindrance needy?
Could this, a have of sincerer live and let lucre
Become the notion of completeness, indicate leading...

Lent a told story, with marvels oft due, soon
Truer ask and facts, find finite the callous share
Of a wish alive in methodical winds, an act with time to shew
An accord of purposeful, lengths and hence, a quality to care...

Meant with the eye of death...?
See, the common confusion of exaction, in elucidated yet
The tooth of beauty, to owe a craved form, to what we let...
Is a halt of dissonance, that has the world to groom a liberty, and?

With hands of causes and shown curiosity...
The tale of lingering need, for a question allowed to step forward
And take the time to purpose, to liberate rationality...
That has the composure we seek for a deed of instinct, sometimes hard...?

Sometimes, as simple as a thought
With patience to commit to another lend
That has seen the world to be a corner for not
To know a thing of life and decency that has, another, to mend?