I: An Exercise Insanity (1980)

Now you despise all the colours of day
White is your hand when you blind my walleyes
Black is the night of the law of the land
What I can see is what lies in your sight
What this is not lies in what it may be
Labour I shirk in the flow of my thought
Flaws in my reasoning flaw not my work
Taste of my art is well addled in seasoning
Tongues will be severed when logics they part
You will be blinded to shapes of your level
Seek and you'll learn that it's not for the finding
Look for you'll pay in the coin that we earn

II: Unexcised Insanity

Flaws in my reasoning flaw not my work
Labour I shirk in the flow of my thought
Taste of my art is well addled in seasoning
Tongues will be severed when logics they part
What this is not lies in what it may be
What I can see is what lies in your sight
Black is the night of the law of the land
White is your hand when you blind my walleyes
Now you despise all the colours of day
You will be blinded to shapes of your level
Seek and you'll learn that it's not for the finding
Look for you'll pay in the coin that we earn

Despite its apparent randomness, this piece follows strict rules of rhyme, metre, and internal logic. See if you can figure them out.

Copyright 1980 Offworld Press
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