The wandering trench

dug clinging deep

billed a lofty sorrow’s steep

like lust to ravage sleep

my love a torrent blinding fair

what solace does despair

the grunting trysts like mold

shadows of contemptuous grandeur

stolen lost abandoned dreams

sold diverted plundered, steamed

nigh the pharos stir

the broken sheep toil sharpen tongue

scratching scarring and bought to spill

my peace beyond a mourning fill

believing God as Christ could dare

set free such folly

brooding cares

as tantamount our victories dredge

to vanquish speeds that dull my heart

never so be sought

oh Buddha worship branded lot

an anchors dawn

my eyes must see

the calling storms

the world or ladders born undone