There is beginning of my end again. <br /> I follow Cynicia, my right eye. <br /> Together we go somewhere, stumble lame <br /> For fourteen times and do never know, why? <br /> <br /> Nor even, why not? There's all the answers. <br /> It is hard to return and I am soft. <br /> My ears ring resoundingly. The rest were <br /> Callow human creatures, these we lofted. <br /> <br /> Eyelessly, I've discovered there's no cause. <br /> But merely is, another five red years. <br /> Look, profound philosophy, my meta laws <br /> Of Cynicia who knows me and fears <br /> <br /> Concluding couplets, now and even then <br /> A rhyme scheme of the truth, sneeringly lends.<br /><br />Ashton John Fischer Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cynicia/
