Delicious, a feast to the eyes
Enamored, the mind is bewitched.
Fervently the Conscience labours,
Against an overwhelming tide, it toils.
Spreads like the Bubonic,
The patient sprawled, in doldrums.
O what use will the greatest Healer be?
Against an onslaught of delusion.
A rotten apple to the naked eye,
The imaginative mind begs to differ.
Dysfunctional is the word.
Need more be said?
A calm demeanour, the tulmultuous ocean presents.
Beneath, tempestuous currents rage ceaselessly.
Do you seek for the Maelstrom or the homely port?
Thee alone hold the golden key.
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