As long as you know,
where secrets tire their threaded hope.
Seems desire left much reflection grown.
Not only are we, as lonesome as alone.
Truth and Speculation, answer
all your secrecy, with laments of authority,
all mirth in spirits flint.
Bring us down, with candence and awe!
Lend me the sunlight I never had saw!
From gems to duty to theory to law!
Refine mine lies I duly recall.