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THE WORLD IS NOT SUFFICIENTLY IN ORDER

The world is not sufficiently in order,
However much one wishes it were so.
Eros is sincere but rarely loyal,
Yearning for a joy that cannot be,
Even as I cleave to my design.
All I want and do is by design,
Reducing what might sing to what might be,
Offering the hope that, if I'm loyal,
Fortune will be fair, and what I sow
Today I'll reap in proper order.
Heroes are the sentinels of order,
Ever vigilant to live just so:
Dependable, consistent, honest, loyal
Overseers of what ought to be,
Given the chaos deep in the design.