Madness Calling – a poem

Intimations of madness that lasted

For years long along the way, en

Route spoken in ways too wrong

Too many times, seen as regular,

Hollow-voices noting nothing at all

Unusual in a paradigm powerless.

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Futile to affect change, only brought

About over decades, a dry voice cackle

That calls of old days, a numbers game

Lost in international trade, rare forgotten

Despite the mad distance, yet how few

Acolytes know the fall of a saviour’s

Mind…

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