Four Humours - The Most Serene Republic

Constant mystery as to

Why with the warmth and joy

For those is with whose we to whom them

Where, when, then what goes who

Fragile stomach, more faith in you then any god

The way of the ways is an answerless riddle

To pluck on about peep, could you do that thing?

Could you do that thing that moved the artist to tears?

Involves movement of all our children

Not yet quite grown to die

All the same but so diverse in blaming those few

It’s for seeking all that is weakening, timorous about time