Form

You are looking for someone
you'll only meet
when you chastise what is within
For strangers come in form
not complete
to eyes blinded by sin

Legs shorn and shaven
are but a disguise of form
What must one make of what
has become of us
who do what seems the norm

For truth shall be told
and all in Heaven rejoice for it
For tales even as Tantalus tells
cannot cast or weave such spells