I am spoiled
In their infinite clasp
By the ruthless garbs
All singing
Of far-ago trials

No hour is spared
No road
Wanders free

For they wield my all
This roving
Human disarray

Tattered and heaving
Enclosed
By my chosen snares

These rags sustain me
Through the sprawl
Of daily despair

Yet the world
Pours through
In cold
And sorrowful
Abundance