The Greatest Majesty

I have loved and clung to the life in you.
I have a gift worth more than I can give.
over tender terrain, struck in essence—
more images, careful tragedy, more sin.

I have disgraced myself, with two treasures
plus, ink, films, more property, laughing
or dying, with personal passion in kef
those ashes, interior burning and clashing.

crossing paths has brought tensity, action;
in sensing dear joy, as it appears, I love
as created, unredeemed, more serious ink—
close to coming closer, at falling into mud.

most reckless cares, claims, comfort in lies;
to have done so great a mission to try.