Fear no more the heat of the Frost, 
Nor the dreaded desert’s dazes. 
Pay no heed to need or cost, 
Feed no more on lover’s gazes. 
Suspend the quest of recompense
For the loss of innocence. 

In no senses live a lie, 
Tread your tracks with breadth and balance
Wonder not the wander why, 
Whither whither with her talents. 
When a neighbor takes offense, 
Mourn the loss of innocence. 

How sapient is sapiens, 
Paragon of genus homo?
Radiant in the pretense 
Of what it is we think we know. 
Will there be a future tense
For those who chose to build a fence
And scorn the loss of innocents?