Undiscoverer

I am unwise and I am unrisen, divided peace
churn-thickened by cultless following, and nobody is listening
or are not

where from, unto which extremes
do you weave too gaunt - give it up already:
I get it, you can be mean
to beast as well as I

know that of ink throb
through feeble bodies - crush on words
just is a byline, is not mastery itself

you can and do for ever to waste
yet it is so that one thing in you is governed

is that essentially this
taken leave of/for ingrate sense
from fear clerically trifling, bled mystery

who withers is not only that - it is not just you
there, now do you know who you are?