A Paused Pulse Raised By WolvesTamed by DovesVice or Virtue?Handled with glovesThe rain calls outThe storm pours outCenturies or Aeons?Pillaged with fearMainlands are cutUniverses are strewnTo wilt or be withered?Nothing seems trewA heart is brokenA fiberglass, gluedMonogamy or Bistro?The Organ cries in vain.Belittlement of BereavementManipulation of Savoir-faireEmbodiment or Engraving?A chanced upon affair!My fair lady,Where I ask of you,Hast thou been?For all of the years gon' by?Mine fairest AgreementO' dost forlorn!Unravelling CharadeCome past me by once more?
An Abled QualmIn the wallow of a Night's descantWhat flew by was decadenceWhat renounced was biblicalWhat resided was candored SootIn the breezy pilfering of Noon's DayWhat stashed away was a Dear, a Doe and a BuckWhat stowed away was justly RoeWhat lingered on was Fetal malodorAt the breaking of a Morning's YokeWhatever retrenched was just old StewWhatever ringed an awakening was just DueWhatever mattered was liquified Atrocity's DewWhat brought on such jested deliberation?Question on
Whatever was Soulful and Preordained.What was the Artist's obligation again?Ah! Yes,The Quest: " To love
Without being loved."