Give Me A Measure

A poem of what makes us.

Give me a measure of Men,
For I lack understanding
Of their fragile words.

Give me a measure of their heart.
For I have failed to deliver, and
To recognize;
I know no such things,
And I am a stranger
To the matters of things that lay inside.

Give me a measure of silence.
Let the dripping water,
Descend and cleanse,
In a rhythm, eternal;
A voice for the ages
-and the empty.

Give me a measure of freedom
-and ink,
To delve forever,
If only until I die, into the fondness
Of latter days,

Give me a measure of infancy,
Let those of our kin
Rejoice;
For existence is brief in being.

Give me a measure of royalty.
The snakes and the kings,
Have taken vows of
Rebellious anger and
Wage seamless war.

Give me a measure of infinity,
For me to traverse its
Black paved roads.

Give me a measure of endings,
For the are few
And this is one.