Quotidian Cruelty

Standing before this refulgent pool of reflection Rhythm obviates the need for a new direction; Ocular atrocities; I view my deeds in serious light Cursed mortal, deigning his will in frantic flight. Quotidian lies have splendid colors in retrospect See them pass my way; artifices of hell I suspect, The mettle to steel myself from these horrid sights My request inside, my importunate yet buried plight, Turgid notes I play, to insist granting another day; I for one can hear a Seraphic call when I pray, But forgiveness that is not ordinary my only asking; Allow me then to palaver you with the daily tasking. Beg? No I shall never do such a wasteful thing; For my disdain shall undo a most beautiful sting. Standing before this fuliginous pool of speculation I see him stand beside me, and ask for my invocation.