The severely severed sense [Poetry]

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Has it ever been discerned,
why the heart shaped neurons aim directionless?

Do the senses that caress the world of frames continue to matter?

Or is it a cephalus that just will not bother?

Is the winged disk above brilliant beyond wonder?

Or is it a long lost dream, escaped from all but a warden?

Ominous gusts pervaded a psyche

Had to be remedied against, in arms mighty

For poor words and thoughts, chosen lightly

Were to all ends, an obituary of many a martyr

The cure's scent was cryptic erga-omnes

Struck to a patient ailed by ingenuity

Brought a handful of verbs to be pronounced

For the poor soul to reanimate as if untouched

As chants were embraced to a charm;

It was remembered that they escaped none;

Thoughts of future conquest in sight;

As the man-at-arms arose, burning inside

Restored to his reason intact

He would once again, ride into the deserted land

-Discordianic