Ramble Bramble

Deliberation, thy name is Thorn
A rose branch by any other scratch
Would deliver us from temptation

Scrawl your tattoo in the arms of a sinner
Whose inveterate wandering 
Would make a beatnik cringe

Engorged rivers of consciousness
Are furies of mind
Staring at the sun for minutes 
To end sight as it's known
And swap for ears, radar meanders

Causal effects reckon on reason
While in the middle of a bracken
Bristles arm thistles to whistle
And eyepatch both seers
From considering a future
Without arbitrary wishes and risks

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