Conclusions made in the absence
Of conversation –
A populated mind
Void of reason
And well-founded recollection –
Shall I entertain these beastly cherubs
Promising truth apart from tangible
Or would logic better suit me
In my pursuit of sanity?
Logic is a mean substitute for joy.
It might please another,
Promising a graceful fall,
But I am already dangling from such a height;
My landing will shatter me
All the same.
© Shea Depmore
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