Wishing Waiting

[Expendable Youth.]

Once I believed that faith,
the heavens handwork
that hangs my faith, my wonder,
is just the peak highpoint of some
agile remoteness to dangle across.

The routes that followed and fixed the skies
Fixed to curl about us like bowed arcs
That as the passing of dawns draws us
Maps or tracings of understanding
To see if from there we had missed something

And when it would bowl back, the dawn
We would believe that it went on forever
But as even the most furtive faith untold must falter
We could not tell that living this lesson once shone in skies
The east before the dawn, yet there were so many stars above

Looking at the piece, without breaking it down I see that your punctuation needs tightening up. There's too many words, say as much as you can with as little as you can. You'll emphasis what you want the reader to experience, if you've done it for aesthetics, as in adding the unneeded words, don't.

Take Bukowski as an example, he doesn't use overcrowding stanzas with too much to interpret he leaves you with something concise, clear cut and straight to the point. It needs to have a hook as well, something interesting like an idea, or an interesting point, the ending to a Bukowski piece is a strong finish. It's suppose to leave a fiery aftertaste after a burning glass of Scotch.

All in, it wasn't bad, it was an interesting read. Thank you for that. I'd remember to sharpen your punctuation, have a more ordered sentence structure, (although your use of contemporary English gives you some wiggle room) I'd recommend reading some poetry not in contemporary English, and to familiarise yourself with how strict it can be, you'll find yourself writing in contemporary English far more fluently.