I hurry back to this room

Safe in this world of alone

Seeking only solace, prone

A respite from a day consumed

Surrounded by books and paper

The noise recedes outside my box

Secure from all imagined rocks

Riding out my gloomy nadir

It’s not the quiet

To which I aspire

It is instead

A muse so exquisite

That allows me to squire

All these words in my head...

All of these I admit

To vanity and gluttony of

the many sins I commit 

Of promising and pledging

Only to submit

To treachery and debauchery 

While bowing to the slit

And the secretly excited 

With the division of a split

To whit

I know the ark goes one direction 

As animals we explore the nether

On a timetable of a limited invention 

Pushing at my stall knowing

Sainted I will never be sanctioned ...