protect what I have spoken in the wind of time and naught,

rampant is the darkness that sought the end of all,

I gave word to wisdom when it needed it least,

yet I was yearned in the tree of life for my bosom,

freely I gave to it without remorse,

sacrifice the desires not lived but not liked,

proscribing a renewable nothing,

taking the side effect of none,

laxed in the sobriety of a self no longer known,

I am syphoned through the progressive arm of a system unknown,

be me seen,

be me lost,

I am the forbearing fruit,

see me die…