Thought Slime

Ah, archetypes; the enemies of mass retention.
Each heuristic denies the saliences 
which might have wrung sugars
from the maple tree of truth.
Oh, words, the common foul.
A choice so clammy that the likes
of autumn refused to red.
There's an official up there
with leverage and a book
to call the snots snots
and the jots jots.
Analysis conceits
continue to deify and deny
any system that fails to see
that systems must be saviors.