When and where keeps us human.

wondering whether this is good or pertinent enough to make it into my next collection of poesy

A meditation on what it is to be alive, lacks focus

Siting around daydreaming, leaves knights emotionless

Ulrich, kings and queens and poets of royal heritage

Writing to the moon because the people are garbage

Dying so soon, on deaths uppended blossom

Reincarnated by virtues from top to bottom

Craving cravings unwholesome maybe demonising

Jealous of others happenings, Casanova’s womanising

when it’s surely your lack of self you’re chastising

When

Beatific lack of eyes of winsome innocence

No disposable platinum-gold to mis-use

Flaws of fluttering circles surrounds abuse

where

Babbling incessant whispers unheralded,

Bribes in biblical thoughts now shepherded

By sheep of new values for a valiant epoch

Shining new detail with the skill of drawing lots

When