A sharp reason will cut
Occam’s
Incisive blade, blunted
Necessity,
Truth being severe, severed
Halves
Blown apart by rationed
Rationality
laze about in this tank of day and boil sun's broth with nary a care, and look upon the filch, the bud, the stilt of a rabid froth silting the river amorous the soothe of the wound is from yesterday, whereas the cut has just now started to show, the deep, the somewhat vague word speaks of hurt but dribbles return the brief of time, the stage at which history stood to unshame the speaker of lore and return again to broach this time's avowal, retrieval, ...