Mature

Mature the mind of the mindless work
Stalking senses lift the veil
Failing falling forces plain
Palest graspings in travail

Sting the coldest atmospheres
With the poison of the good
Making matching all that's right
Scattering. Scattering.

Words of worth meandering
Harmonies in conflict clean
Steaming strains arrayed uncut
Floating in unspotted skies.

As the commas splutter stall
Taller standing stand aside
riding as emotions fall
gliding further far away

Then the times return and end
Friendless inexplicable
Perplexing rights' obituaries
Stealing stabbing many foes

That feeling that you're feeling now
The wow of soft disfigurement
Pleasing pulling turns away
Slashing by predicament.