Biting Tongue

There is a peace, both now and then,
The latter built, the former given;
And while with sharpened, biting tongue
You seek the "built," I've not begun
Within my mind to muster might
Without the "given" my delight;
For we, right now, if peaceably,
Enact an eschatology
That builds in patience labored peace
That makes the given grow, not cease;
So let the teeth the biting do,
And not the tongue 'tween me and you.