Department of Redundancies Department

 
No emblem fixed with logos of intent
With decree of the new gist dispense
A washed time hung up on their line
Wakes etheric ringing sound so fine,

No entrance to this forgotten heart
Drawn soul to nuclear bloody start
Intoning a vowel-chime uncovered
Thus plunge each world recovered,

No suffer continue rambling mind
By wakeful still read the latest line
Construction of one cerebral slide
Preeminent rhythms bend a glide,

No magical names to receive rain
Or sooner neglected lover to gain
Winter footprints upon every rug
As friends notice a reason to hug.