Of dubious acuity
Be a psyche state,
That lingers not
Past soul can take,
Wanting naught
Of feelings
Nor of thought,
One can but tell
Man finds create
Be a world in hell…
If suffered reach
This insipid wade,
You’d soon perceive
You quickly fade,
The while you waste
In psyche space,
Man fashioned
Be a barren place!
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