What use to me is an Ism?
When face to face with life’s chasm
Your just anger, just a spasm
Turning boundary to schism
What use to me is your Cause?
With its darkness-tight’ning claws
Its axles greased with our flaws
Splinter’d death by legal clause
For joy is formed of love my dear, whose timeless energy
Our will’s embodied mass my dear, bound up by constant-c
For fire and rose unite my dear, maternal reverie
Which legacy of love my dear, is truth to set us free.