It's the mores that make some many blue,

The hesitation to fall true

Because though this invention not novel,

It is a new projection

Of the lethal injection,

Traveling without a frame of reference;

An artist baffled by unfettered emotion so evident


Clear as it may be

The blind are the only ones who see

That the world is give and take

Any amnesia of the former is a grand delusion,

Because endeavoring to claim people as ideas

Is a phallic sea many are lost


Coeur des coeurs speak when we choose bliss overwork,

Though this option only eludes to contorted-paper-smiles

And a being stricken with silent hurt.