Cry on
Of your withered
And hackneyed trials

Until the world
Is swollen
With trivial unrest

Until
They all
Can bear no more
And atrophy reigns
Over tattered flesh

No more
Shall beckon the full
Those brimmed with hardships
I’ve conjured
And gleefully dispatched

As they tromp
In decay
Beneath the forgeries
I claim

Unspooled
In their youth
At these pristine
Sloth-stricken hands