Knowing ends

Not knowing

Tends to stop the pain from flowing

Hence 

A word has awarded an insight to all

In order to answer the awakening call 

A round is the other

One pound

To another

Pound

Pounding the mound

Unbinding the

Sound

Of the flesh

Off the bone

No atone meant

The last giant am I

Among midgets and munchkins I lie

Should I raise a hoot or stomp my foot - time itself would probably dry

Seems there’s a matter

Of minding a better

No binding nor bending

Just spelling and spending

Days without mending