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.