Above my frantic reach
I endlessly clamor
Driven to savagery’s brink

As affections coast on high
Devoured in their ease
And treasured by sacred blue skies

To soar
Above spire and shroud
Where the envious peer
In the throes of their newborn rage

They are not meant to graze
These downtrodden eyes
My sorrowful hide
Must wither unkept