Allegory I

All of my evinced probity is a shadowMother, you can’t stand.The ascent as in forbearance- is narrowMy tenure, in luck, was conditioned operant. I am an incongruity edified by youMother, you should figure.The walls have lied; now you have, tooWho cradled the flames? One’s eager. Fancied the cave as your lairIt darkened by the dayThe