Poe et here

ANARCHY OF THE HEART

How long did senseless reign

Of feeling rule the heart?

Where all actions purposed

Deep within they start

Up from the center ushered

Protocol to write

To copy out in longhand

Dictums penned in spite

For no discerning cause

Reason then had fled

Data, schedules, certainty

Spewed forth, wasted, bled

As smiles of meaning crept then

When dawning thought birthed slow

Flew right in releasing

Kilowatts aglow

So what’s the better way now?

Is it copy, hard and fast?

Or by our sight and sound selves

Governed, decided, cast

Moving towards our eighty years

Paragraphed by rest stops

Taking in the scenery

Chuckled forbearance adopts

Chaos gone awry now

To order given way

Once anarchy of the heart

In peace holds fact at bay.