fathoming the serious mysteries in every boring person

I have balanced upon my conviction
organs, kidney left and right
so stone alone shall tip the sun
and nerve be lost with heart

When acid etched on flabby walls
the answers tagged by time forgot:
what stone was man?  What fortitude
was fallen, and what part

Of death was never meant for you?
For narry hearse would carry verse
so skin, though soft, shall graven be
with nothing more than I