Poem 1: Ray's Epilogue

This is the epilogue I don't desire to utter i might say a great deal It always lead to ill-deposed results of exulansis I do not yearn to be perspicacious I intelligibly crave profound ways of interrelation Certain things get enervating Spiritual enlightenment, emotional quotients Can i be in possession of this No not that, i do not long for what i have mastery over Just listen this is the origination I perceive numerous people are not reparative of their identity I have to adjourn this I am at a high magnitude Will i be forlorn up here Can other souls become a bosom companion with one another I am compelled to converge with the right ones God put me in insulation please I am not perturbed with God's resoluteness techniques Can i be discomposed Superior substance is forthcoming Am i insensible of the vision You can't discern how lonely it can be So despondent in an empty room The only shrewd individual I took the time to reconcile my conscience There is no one there, that is the reason I chose to aggrandize yours truly Everything was unbefitting I am not enticed with what was beneath There is no relatedness There is a new emendation You have to pay an allowance though It runs ceaselessly I may say, the results are not lugubrious Very sanguine i can say I find repose with the author's locution It can leave, or come, or go They can leave, or come, or go I have come to terms with everything in my life for the better, predominantly Is my perception pellucid