A Path

Echo of my psyche, keep a charm,

Spare your magic, weed and farm

-I recall a promise, the neat chain-

An’ repel to haunt me sweet pain.

Thread through- I can’t debate-

Embroider true an’ manipulate.

Be ready and nag not psyche,

You a breath on the way will hike.

How long will you poke rib, Regret?

Over whose soul will you really fret?

Comma’n’ a bee, or me in a custody

Sight programmed, blind, unody

Cauterised breeze a hive you pluck

Melt incence and nonsense you suck

Moan thurible, heart of mine: swing

Coal, unashable, aint ye glowing?

Feel a poker, blaze, and fancy to meet

And felt ease that swoop a sweet.

Air, the neighbour, shed a sympathy

Be me the cloud to never be clothy

Monks wore the cord and wit to ever-momify

Butha swore to die or with them woes identify

Exhausted Patience, black spot, forgive

Experience I endure is beyond what ye give

I pray a stick and tear away fast

To pierce a stand, flee my shade and blast

Repent leaf of mine bosom

Companion I can’t fathom

Set things right and assure

Pat a hurt sight and cure

What a woe we have to pass

For little, a year and many trespass

Witness Eternity of the task, wait a lap

Neglect, mind not a would-be slap