“o how to my knees my slave brings me now”;
words are all we need to find direction,
for rhythm reasons well why why not how
true freedom that is means resurrection:
sweet life after death: clarity! control!
prayers are the breaths breathed from one, from all—
exasperated, undone, still I come
to you to my honor completely sum!
who ever has before, again and again,
shone and so shown man all he can know,
here, will mark the honesty of a pen,
submitting to all, however they go.
and were the love in man fit to lead her,
there and then would beauty lay beneath her!