Merely mending of false design
Here, now. Some value may yet be found
Though not divine,
Nor christened right,
Merit may still be.

Sad is one
Who by poor design
Limits merited value
For destined doom

Some small stake
Ross up to fill the void
And exist some small design

Reality holds no truth
Beyond reality in same

Merely mending of false design.

And yet still remains
The question

Made to fold or bend
Some merit or equity
We still may find

Bound to ghastly form
In harsh reality
Design
We may yet find

Though merit, and system of,
Only the quest
May show system or
Merited form
But neither man shall find

Merely mending of false design
Here, now. Some value may yet be found
Though not divine,
Nor christened right,
Merit may still be.