Forgive me,
I stand in scathing silence seeing I am such a selfish soul
I cannot show the semblance of sanction to console,
evading enmity in expectancy of its eventual ebb
Nor route to remedy with reprimand as might a righteous rebbe.
Forgive me,
Although the adamantly adolescent assert I am acute in asperities
I am analogous in affections and animosities
It is hyperboles and hubris behind which we hide
that foils fidelity and fosters fratricide
Forgive me,
But berating bedlam boys
and proscribing petty and perfidious ploys
ought not label a lack of “like” in love as loss or in lull
Understand, the uxorious is of no use to the unconditional
Forgive me,
Ascertain my anguish as avarice and apostasy attend
droves who dam their ears and to deception descend
Cunning digits and cotton conceits
frustrate what is faithful and with fairness competes
Forgive me,
Clever message à clef
Arbiter of an anonymous addressee
Ambiguity in actuality
arranges absconders of amenability
Forgive me,
Here we have a harbinger of hypocrisy;
I am inundated with inconsistency
The focus fades and the foundations fragment
for I have forgotten the fellow for whom this fathomless poem was meant
