Tesseract

Fooled, I follow,
fall into folly and
feel the full moon.

In anger I hunger
and stumble, and linger
on younger things.

Intimately, I state
that fate, hiatus, and
participate in rite.

Really, yearly I scornfully
(regretfully) bully
sullenness into lull.

Liable, I amble on
stubbly bible-ribbed
blessings and tabulate.

I sit tilted, hit,
disappointed, admitting
(abetting) perhaps modes of pity.