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INSULAR REASON
INSULAR REASON
What we call reason is the way the HIV virus plays chess
With our immune system. Something must be compromised
In the adversarial system, yet it is reason that brings us down.
It is risky to bring out the powerful queen; her virtue must
Be protected. The fortress is built around the king who seldom
Moves for he is afraid if checked, he will never move again.
The insular Marie Antoinette felt at home in the palace of Versailles;
Her exemplary knights and Bishops kept her from sullen auguries.
Even though the gibbous moon overhead shook its angry fist.
Reason dictates to play it safe, stay the course, but the finest reason
Contains darkness like feathers packed tight together. The numbers
We choose for “safety in numbers” may be the wrong numbers.
Reason does not look at the moon like a lunatic; when the moon
Is full, it does not say madness is afoot and mistakes the reflected
Light of the sun as a guide in the darkness of all the misreason.
The pawn, never having been of royalty, is elevated to a high status;
Assuming such a post, it never forgets that it once was a pawn. When
Reason is supplanted my misseason, it never accepts such a mea culpa.
Never before has our national immune system been so compromised;
We were told that we had to accept so many concocted threats, now
The reflected light of reason has knocked out all out T cells.
