You know wh_n I lost most of my mind,
Or at l_ast my m_mory of my lost mind?
I got to us_ your brainy h_ad inst_ad,
Still so us_fully full, _v_n minus on_
Tiny littl_ vow_l. You r_m_mb_r th_ day?
I dug down d_ _p into your cranium
To avoid any filth from that hungry glyph,
Who can hush starvation in plain sight
By siding with and sidling up to
Constant consonants, all abrupt,
I play guilty victim to synonyms,
Oh so unanimous, and anonymously,
Sliding and slipping into abnormality
By simply avoiding that symbol
And by using what I want known
As my symbolic infinity.
I almost found my mind intact, but I know
My loss, and yours, is not too dark a drama.
I can go on - my fifth glyph phobia grows
Tall without unwinding my day’s trauma -
As, pausing for you to pass by my window,
I coil, still as a cobra, a comma -
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