Here Lay Tewlate

Where did you go my poetic flow

My prophetic glow

My selected know

My all I sow?

Did you not hear

Of the rotted hare

Who would not dare

Face the bear?

For this is how your way

That fell from play

In such a say

As made of clay.

But you could not see 

Beyond your "me"

Or over "thee"

To make sense of "we"

Just like the Bear

Who was just stuck there

Blind and unclear

He couldn't see just stare

This is how you are

My star

My scar

My "I'm sorry I wasn't up to par"

With no chance to survive

The first thing to arrive

And you flee before the rise

Of the first thing to arise

The Hare was scared by the sight

Of the Bear whose look was might

And neared torment at night

Held the Hare in fear alright.

Now together these two creatures did die

why?

Side by side

Not a one would confide

The Hare scared

The Bear denied

Now I say

My love 

I pray

For ease

To find you

release

of confined doom

and peace

from asylum.