Rush

Could it last an hour
I would be grateful
my knees are not sore
at alter this fateful

Recall what it was
when it was different
peachier fuzz
and moods of a serpent

Featured in strength
or cowering small
stuck points' long length
on towering stall

But this is today
a will to just what
not at all frayed
this pilled sweater cut

In hurry but calm
imagine it thus
to worry, no alms
fragile bets cuss

Swear by the sky
in gray do we trust
dawn was then nigh
pray for a crust

Acceptance the weak
but never to give
all that my pique
endeavored to sieve