Sensitive, shrinking in the narrowing gyre

Upon the judge's cycle walk,

In circle.

Trusting truth to be the tandem.

Does human need deflect the rod?

To force upon the subject voice

Decision

And meddled mind to be the medium.

Then humbly to a wait so unhumble

Towards the trod of history's discernment,

Displayed

Will in the future be.

When you and I will not decide

The fate of sinful man,

Ourself

Will rest, for rest to be.

Upon the judges cycle walk,

Till a timely grave doth rightly swallow

A man.

And all his actions cast asunder.