Neglect full.

What use this life
If just for sake,
And pointless story making?
Binding moments faithfully, though
With loose recollection;
Too weak to lace complete but one,
Unless revealed interiors
Where nature wreaks it way through
Our apartment until done
But leaves well seamed our cover.
And what use this secured canopy if only to
Collapse under the void of our chronicle,
And be cast off else it reminds the left
Too honestly.
And when all our engine’s body works,
And soul and spirit bide a
Better purpose to
Support, then
What use this life
All if but to
Lose it.