in what good name

[fledgist]

careful with the measure but still short

of what was needed to assure the mind

that we moved forward certain and not blind

grounded in reason never to abort

without good cause ours not the plan to thwart

but to complete the task we were assigned

tie up the knots and leave others to find

what judgment they would in the final court

instead we tread the boards in heady dance

uncertain of the beat and of the cure

while far above us scud the autumn clouds

driven by winds we know not ruled by chance

under a law that is far less than pure

that leads us all towards the cold grey shrouds