The Uneasy Master

The man may cite his benign mind

But repeats the sinister moreover. 

For while words are imparted

With which meaning's departed,

The unspoken stay more lonely than ever. 


And so grows a temperament of a man on edge;

At the whims of his words woeful. 

And so they infect

Without any respect

For the fight for a persona that's hopeful. 


And so our peripherals refine

To some tunnel vision undefined;

Receding to a place unfriendly.

But repent from the lies;

From the unhealthy mind;

From the words of the uneasy master. 

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