I see reason gather

I see reason gather
Beards of human time
And hold them
By the tails
With a clinging dream

Behold the madness
Most Doubtless man game
Itself

Sad executive lambs point
To pockets of calm
Striking natural junctions
Over mixed feelings

Oooh!
Resistance is voluntary bellowing
Comrades from third face developments
Pass the whistle
Not the train
Walk the local parish
Try to keep your stereoscope alive
It is like a proper man
Bleeding half a pint of gas
More than you
What is a fellow to be to do?
I forget my words
Lose my sensation of
Something real
And balloon from wealth left
Through tears bright
Like truth’s persuasive hurt

After I find my mark
I take my place resolve
To force change
With thoughts of new
Imbecility

After all society’s flailing women
Are sent with their fumes to
Memories gone
I am one
Toying with a shy trust in
Living and frowning
At my impossible self
Now privately hoping I still
Have a passion
Like mischief