Forced Logic Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A way to cope.
A way to deal.
Mechanism of the reel.
Images rolling.
Trying to explain to the why.
As we attempt understand.
Under simultaneous pain and pressure.
A solving for mankind.
Cure of the divine.
Injected by the quill of a porcupine.
Can I get it fully out on the first try.
The poison of the mind.
Playing tricks, quick flashes of foreign images.
No solid castle of mirage.
Just broken bits of a collage.
Nothing solid, no true lead to go on.