Salomon and Cured ham brekfast

Non more mortal than me
Must I stand before you.
exhausted from the fatigue
Of your rejection
In every sequence I am fool
that your ensercurities finds
Listed
Beyond the bed : there to
You restrict me
Non more mortal than me
That you have grounded me
From the heaven of your
imagination.
Shamed before those whom
I wish to respect to draw lines
To throw stones from.