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!