WROUGHT

How long can I remain in stagnant inconclusion

Before I create unwanted absolution

And end the beauty of intelligent design.

Can I continue to deny both

The flow of the sea and the course

Of the wind in foolish

Pretense of wisdom?

If knowledge is left calm for comforts sake,

Then is wisdom not forsaken for the sake of calm?

And all this is pointless rotting my soul and leaving my soul

Wrought,

If not for you.