Behold! Be Held!

I want to make music all the time, not just in fits and skirmishes.
I wanna be wholly consumed in rhyme and bend my whole to her wishes, squiggle inside of her dark depthest reaches.
Behold! behold! be held! What suffering teaches!
Behold: what reason rules on level field!
Behold, you fool of fools! Behave! Be real!
You owe me a reason to not (fully) be mine.
Explain to me, let me in on your secret.
We’re better off pooling the groove that we find.
Sharing is nothing to regret.
Swallow me wholly, consume all my worth.
Behold, it’s you who comes first!
Behold: what reason rules on level field!
Behold, you fool of fools! Behave! Be real!
And then when that grueling death bell knells we’ll have such a wondrous thing
to remember.
There’s nothing to fear from those crazy blue bells.
The mystery’s solved, and the oval is closed and every one we know will be born again.
Behold, be held! The adventure’s over!!!!!!!
Behold: what reason rules on level field!
Behold, you fool of fools! Behave! Be real!
Behold what blossoms bloom in fallow field, in one’s own room.
Resolve! Reveal!
Behold! Be held!