The Sophist

2015-11-24 12:00 am

Seal sutured my soul;
To a body- a home.
Come help make me whole.

Self life spent alone.
Warm bed 'side a warmer throne,
Bed heats by its own.

Ten times two is four.
Ten times lack of effort,
All effort is poor.

Tax taken from pews,
Poor unfortunate two,
Camels; too large crew.

To dust grind my bones,
Tear open by strings my heart,
Seal sutured my soul.