Obey
My heart refunding is the pay
the poet with her will, not stray
accost my Faith, but don't delay
God as my vestige meters stay!
To write it not, but think the day
goes on no fetish, fools would play
their happy notes, then strum parlay
this serious soul does cutting say ~
Without the song, a poem is prey
the verse upon some canting may
inflict duress, I kneel to pray
it is that action ~ nearness way!
Assimilate the motions gay
my heart, still caught to lodgings grey
this youth of time, goes on, a fray
addicting rhyme to one relay!
God's measure, I AM, answered weigh
is sacred, certain . . . . my Obey!
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