I do not write for Man
Thy words ring Heaven’s ear
Verse distracted by reason
Born of delusion twisted by Fools
I write for debts waged
For time aged
When Patrons prayed
Beneath the page
Where truth lay
Trust thy rage
Sacrifice made
On behalf of words I saved
Free thy slave and I’ll fade
To History’s cage
Beneath thy name for Angel’s claim
And if my sullen art be true
The bells will toll for you
My sweet Child forgive thee
The insane legend wild run in me
For you see the battle beneath me
The push and pull
The iron weight of my fate
Never free the drums do beat
The savage feed
In the madness lye me
Fragile, you give me strength
And in your love the bells do ring
Upon my heart they sing
What peace they bring
In debt I sleep
Better for having loved thee
Mortal I am made

By your sweet saving grace
By your face
From behind your eyes
Where Angels lie
To ink my state
I write for thy craft
For thy lines last
For time and place
In silence and haste
I write for Heaven’s wage
To calm thy debt’s grief
I write for me
I write for free
And if History saves
I write this glorious day
Where in my arms you’ve laid
And my sullen verse was saved
I write for space
To quiet Knaves
For delusion’s dead
And thy poet’s bed
I write for common art
For the poet’s start
I write for literacy’s tongue
For poets be born
For four hundred years undone
Where poets grace the stage
Not for charm or wage
But for thy reader’s arms
I write so poet’s poems

Be,  forever longed...