Sapience

I confess,  
i’ve exposed an unspeakable wisdom  
sworn unto whispers by this breath
I’ve styled my rebirth
with a mirth that proceeds with intrigue,  
provoking me to swallow an unswallowable pill  
promising gains of privy and excess  
If we can ponder illusion into reality,  
shall we never question its expense?
Shall it raze our voices?
Shall it upend the tenor that projects our treasured hum?
 
Just moments ago,  
they writ the terms of our order
In the last hour,  
I was measuring the eye of the genius,  
collecting the sapience of the saint  
suspended in the clouds
If we don’t look up,  
we’ll be inundated with opinion and bias
Our necks left unstretched to the truth that
hovers above  
 
Does one appreciate the alliance  
of depth and pith in our grey matter,  
pulsing with a profusion of perception in the folds,
tucked away between grit and insight?  
To mold you, deemed as unlikely as composing the ashes of perspire from the scald of their reprimand
Any misstep is a stumble into their hewn morality
You’re suspicious, as you should be
Left to sweat on the loom, weaving style into their guise; trimming you in the direst of cloth
It’s insidious
and constricting
It strangles your worth  
Foisting guile into fury  
But not to worry
They are the loudest before they bleed