When rationality has walked the plank
(a sailor with no sea-legs to her name)
and walked it voluntarily [then sank]
the dark of night draws closer, I exclaim.
Such suicides are myriad today
as reasoning coherently has waned;
for cognitively dissonance gives way
to empty shells which must be entertained.
Although I love when thoughts can’t be explained
and *seem* to have no reason to their name,
it doesn’t mean the truth can’t be obtained
or logic has no virtue in the frame.
A world in which congruity’s been scorned
is one wherein the future will be mourned.
© Alan Morrison, 2016