Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Well done, Integrity.
You maintained you perfectly
alien from memory
distorted deep in deepest me.

Damn fine, Integrity—
just the way you said you’d be:
proof-of-purchase guarantee
of truth above love charity.

Thank you, Integrity,
for your lesson cruelty.
Teacher, teach me honest see
what you I love need not love me.

Go on, Integrity;
get your hell away from me.
Full of truth, ungracefully
remind me love is never free.

Nice flow. And the first stanza reminds me of my longstanding confusion and conviction on the subject, often in nearly the same waking moment.

Me? I always thought of integrity as moving in a direction
somewhat opposite hell, and not disassociated from love charity, but perhaps I misunderstand your meaning here, in this context.