Rapture hung by the moon in the sea

Wondering if the picturesque reflection gleaming off the lake is me

How comely I smile

My subtle gait

Wavering before another trial

Where my only cures to wait

I loathe patience

Daring, mocking, tedious 

Burning as the Earths occasions

None rather so devious then a torpor Man

Lounging around the bounties of other providential gents

Contemplating the savage possibilities-

The potential mayhem at bay

Threatening to permeate America’s bulwark