The Line Within

This sleeping dog, from winter's rate is so sublime, survivor's state not acquisitions in relate nor oft imposing, oft sedate! So look upon my line's rebate not spoken with a narrow gate but obvious, exacting date whilst looking only seals my fate! By looking at my sequenced plate the lines upon my once youth's face restrict the flowing messaged pace to one of owing, classed innate! Ah So, the figured artist's mate is oft within, that stance constraint is deeper, willed to expiate the soul's whole self ~ not under-rate! The artist's tithe to this constraint is looking not within as late too often stifled, beauties saint while worldly claim, but looks for taint! This truth, soft spoken, ageless told lies deep within, the line's implode the artist's greatness, thus enfolds the measure's "being" not erode! That stamina, the stanza's mold within, within . . . . . yet now is told!