Poem vi

Perceiving
Incessant taking in
Need to breath out
That I may begin

Retrieving
Keys that were lost
The Mephistopheles
To my Faust

Conceiving
Beyond reason
Planting the seed
For the harvest season

Reprieving
Till work be done
Always fighting
So I can be none

Deceiving
Myself unto I
In clouded thoughts
I cast my dye

Believing
All hope is lost
Waging this war
Has taken its cost

Achieving
Unraveling time
I Cast out to sea
The unsublime