The rational mind

The rational mind, so clinical and dissecting

Breaking the world up into parts

Lacking wholeness and harmony

Shattering images into shards

Now nothing is left for the bards

Spouting nonsense like it is sense

Confounding the public from over the fence

Round and round they spin the papers

With charms and tales through laced vapors

Spinning a web of deceit

As if it was a tasty treat

Listening to their right-handed ways

Like the Romans in their hay days

Alas most of the tales are nothing more than fairy floss

Covering stale earth like thick moss

Until we are all buried under its weight

And nothing can be done when it is too late.


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