A misty shine in an obliqueness is the mystique of existence!: A poem 

You know you have four elements, and four dimensions 

and four walls of your brevity? Should you think your  

conscience rather be your levity, even if it has a responsibility 

to set you free from the treachery. When you look 

from your window into the depths of an unachievable sky,  

you feel like a widow in a ballroom with no door! 

If you look forward to death, but it is no bet 

that redemption takes even more than an overloaded  

gumption! And if your odd with God, you may well be on a one-way 

street. If you see there may be a leviathan leveling you down 

for an intended meal! Did you conjecture, that even the Church did conceal? 

Like a peel that hides your poison in a potion that was freewheeled! And then you should grievously   

realise how you should have, the narrowest path taken; better than the  

broad! Did you know my Mother can be snapjacketed; so can every love too? 

If God is so perplexed with this complexity, how indeed anyone else can do?  

I just think there are straitjackets, for most of us in every gifted packet! 

So, you think your soul’s sodomy is making a life to the tee! Whose noble intentions  

are behind your aspirational wife? Would divorce be the force that sets you  

rife? The law of the land is just playing along to be your pretentiously benevolent 

husband! Love, what is that dimension for a fool! They have   

packaged it so deceivingly it doesn’t even look like cock and bull! And me, I am 

just a measure of a potent impotency! I keep waiting for the 

messenger (not Gabriel the gay) to tell me everyday is All Fool’s Day!  

And there can be War and there can be Peace. I just don’t think I want to count on  

promises of golden fleece! Silence can be a perversion even if there 

can be violence in the noise! Your leaders are only the schemes of your  

frail gravity. They’ve made a deal with the deep sea to swallow 

your physicality. You know there’s as much soul in nonsense  

if you learn to rock and roll! The mystique is in the cricket where  

you must bat as well as you can bowl! Even God knows for all his dignity(!) 

that if he can never be free, he might as well be the blindfolded Central enigma in this  

ever-occulted encumbering confounding mystery!