the possibility of discord

a candidly leather-bound
tome of lunacy
mostly empty

a man accordingly mad

blindly traversing

pious pathways

a divine shield stands guard for
egoless corpses
facepalm no point

an alarming lack of fear

is running amok

unenlightened

a denial of the truth

stripping down reason

until naked

a curse on such wanton dress!

original thoughts

too frightening

a faint murmur of discord

is vitiating

our peaceful sleep

a ladder built on questions
left forgotten and
rather frigid.