None, spare him their contempt,
None, spared by his caress,
Entangled house of being,
Rage against the rest;
Bequest of every birthright,
Bewail the setting sun,
Mem'ry can't rendition,
Condition numbered one;
Content irrespective,
Macabre or sincere,
No in, to stay without,
No out, to stay the clear;
A household full of trudging,
Each witness hidden fear,
Each item bears a justice,
Of ticking in its ear;
Can flowers bloom to knowledge?
Can knowledge wilt the tree?
Can morrow on the mindset,
Lay pathway back to free?
We scream, we toss about the pen,
Corrals just beyond the know,
Rivers change their pathways,
Yet source and end a row;
Escape is a delusion,
Delusion false repair,
The weight of false creation,
Thinner than real air;
Demand by vocal outrage,
Righteous rage no cure,
Tears and poor lementing,
Fall deafly and demure;
Can stop be introduced?
A pause for all sincere,
Can stop tread before the ending?
An ending always near;
There's nothing in the knowing,
That sirens sing for naught,
That any expectation,
Will end when end is saught;
Bodice round the belly,
Foundation fills the cracks,
Blush fools that bloods a'plenty,
Pretending there's a stop;
A stop to unrelenting,
A rancour to the end,
The end glossed in heavy lipstick,
Off at any unknown bend;
The poisons in the marrow,
The listless trajedy,
Is purpos'd life to sorrow,
Thru knowing's malady?
Pilloried or quiet acceptance,
Rage or calm inquest,
Braveness in the fleeting moment,
Rage against the rest.
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