Sonnet - 43 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

For all we Know, and for all that we Care
Which Favoured Latitudes bound to Accept
Else stake our Damp Windows cast which we Dare
Left us Withdrawn in ourselves by Precept
That Common are Senses mortalled by Fleece
When Substance as such Un-stable enough
To breach Foundation as Watered to Please -
Courts and Butchered Poundings tan your Skin tough
Such as it is when our Marrows will Drain
And Sift that Element called Sanity
Fine as Cerumen its Monster remain
A Mark of Deliverance named Vanity.
Still one Applies to Enlist in the Hunt
Though Wonder your List too Many to Count.