He Cant Escape What, For Noticing Poem by james watkin

He cant escape what, for noticing
Through each a crawling, leaping, and skied
Creature that's forced upon it
What's freely bequeathed for a place
In the world; neat; nice. And what for
Life-stations least needs befit.

In the company of all, by day
This unsettling find is bestilled when
With One, by night, left alone.
Determiner of fates, and their strong
Fulfilment's hope, to whom yields:
'Not mine but thine will be done'.