The fragmented mind rides the luxury
Cruise ship destined for the secret iceberg,
Careless as the blown leaves of the wintry
Days that portend the singing of the dirge,
With no thought of the sublime ideas
That season life like the embalmer's oil,
Dripping warm from the crown down to the toes,
In sweet caress arresting decay's toil.
The fragmented mind rides on to its end,
Passing from death to verdict, unembalmed.
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