I was never involved
Enthralled
By the world’s
Turning chorus

Its faded mantra
Dwelt softly
Divorced
From my hearth
Of home-brewed distress

For I was
The dearly departed fool
The internal rover
Unhinged
And loyal to silence

The spectator
Who never truly coursed
With the restless
Swill of valor

In the infinite
Sprawling shadow
Full, with ruthless want