Placebo

A countenance who's triste, who's lachrymose,  
whose fixed epistemology is blithe  
to what exists despite what makes her writhe 
appeals to pharmacologists who aptly diagnose 
her with gobbledygook, give her a dose: 
placebic pills administered for trials.  
Your art is decadent. A willow withes 
her sorry soul, who feigns to be jocose.  
Gravity appears to bare a great weight 
upon the boughs that harrow over head. 
Gravity's peculiar; objects seem  
to be subdued by some clandestine weight. 
It's not irrational, this sense of dread,  
nor some portentous illogical dream.

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[revalatia]

nice!..vivid..love it