Hovering into mind\'s dream,
Having affection for infection,
The suffering is protected
With brutalizing pain.
Grotesques discrepancies
Immediately muted,
By wrathful clowns,
With panties tucked between buttocks.
Nor descending, nor rising,
Nor dying, nor living.
Stultified in an existential mud,
The mud of undeserved well being.
Meaning distinction is forfeited.
Like in Shakespearean quest,
The riddle is one not two.
So, save or delete?!?