Tried never affording fun;
in freely freedom fools provided,
what's barely damaged there as past
when future's not as present ended;
what apology does measure still
my parted childhood from indecency
alive in corner's safe embarrassment,
but look how growing's twisted
tendency;
for nothing's meant to nothing,
the curious meant no sinking,
unless melted off to knowledge
where existence--never thinking;
and all's but a moment;
to pauses of present ends,
to pleasure-paid temptations
and self-regretted bends;
but what moments are to cease
without their moments to be done,
what for living if my moments
be never moments before gone;
'least experienced were my hows,
for once living further lived
than those everydays under fathers
of no compliance to forgive;
the life he wished was mine,
he grieved alone, never engages
now what's a brother testing living,
what blame is worth his stolen ages;
no, never one forgiveness
nor sympathy of frozen heart
what's life unlived be living for
if life and death don't seem apart.
