To Be

I wait upon this hour in silent discourse
both question and inquisitor arising.
Reason a questing and silent remorse,
broken upon decision's devising.

Vision and visor or parceled out times,
Truth, beauty and all that sad jazz.
Truckled tempo mark remarked as crimes
when unable to attest to surpass.

Looking for slackening painful remind
I grab or devise eyes quite valid.
Then dilemma inclined I must pick a tine
harsh realizing makes me pallid.

Though Shakespeare said it best I fear,
I try in crippled fits to engineer.

~Stuart Andrew Marshall Tanner~