G schizophrenia

My eyes skim words jumble, i confess to you i

Dont care about mens fancies of the formation

Of a past age, for your voice struts across

The page. Four elements move your beauteous way

Reassembling Confessio Amantis

Around G schizophrenia, my mind reshaped

My pole star to cling to, a new crown of words

To be made, for you, my Queen, are to be obeyed