clarity

chaste am i in this world? don't know



ideas not clear coast,


my thoughts, never clear,


here am born to wade through these,


serene waters,strong,


which have a clarity of themselves,


but are not clear, when looked with in.










Is also this world, which looks cristal clear,


yet has layers of murk and valgarity,


between are the thin layers of benevolance,


which shape up as love, and lust at other ends,


yet is a strain, reaching god's mends.






clarity of mind, of thought with in,


is but not a real thing,


if ever was there a clarity,


would our world,be in fight ordisorder.






for it looks clean and clear, from other end,


near it we see,there is never an end to this vulgarity.