ecce signum

[lolo]

Hi Shankly,
Thanks for reading my poem, returning the favour.

The Latin title piques the reader's interest and ties in very well with the philosophical bend of the poem.

With your permission I'd like to suggest a few edits, please feel free to ignore them if you disagree.

the wilt of the face into a sag
complements living in fleshy raiments (vestige of humanly rags maybe sounds wordy for something as simple as impermanent body)
is it a blessing or a curse, to feel all without recourse? ( good internal rhyme here)
only a mordant wit can weather the worst

anargumentative finger
authoritatively combined intothe finality of a fist
is a congenial covenant to living
sealed with a forced kiss.

to touch, to play, or to mold
all desires are butone:
to comb this mangled face into a
moppet of your own volition

ah, to be alone!
to sleepwalk in gaiety (somnambulant sounds wordy when sleep walking will sound just as good)
the barren desert is a friend. (best is superfluous amd my is repeated in the next line)
ecclesiastical bells ring in my heart

creation is not merely a beautiful work of art (not sure feeling is needed at all)
whether we go or whether we stay
the result is the same
for a time, we were only game (not sure what you're saying here- whether we are a game or we are game to play only a while)