Acting
A time I could not make of this -
the acted seized to underrate
a placement handled too sedate,
and equalized in function's trim.
And so thy eyes before this vim,
this mind control, cannot set in
to understanding's true chagrin,
I pray for restitution's win.
The solitude, that truth compels
from God alone, as if a spell
of lastingness - no fear, expels
to wantonness, some seeming hell -
Is driven from a core of knell,
that trust in Him, a forehand's well -
reality itself - the cell,
does bind not - but enforces tell!
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