None Poem by Anthony R L Taylor

sober mind ocular with a twisted design
mystery clouded within its like a serious crime
transformation of obvious mystic resigned
eccentric the time beheld out of simpler times
indeed the simpler mind
can form some simpler times
redeemed on withstanding portions of the simpler finds
template sculpted being out of a pin to the times
more zen for a line if not a pen for a rhyme
no sin for a line of life plentiful lines
can know of more begins for the mind
old soul probably get a lint for a line
if no gin or the wine the kept in bowls could rekindle design