branded emaciated. never ever tried again.

after the royal aside
the highness a plight
if i find
after the doldrums
in the phantom tollbooth
fade their melancholy
from my ears
that i haven't changed my mind
who is to stop me
from cutting off my hands
as to offer comfort?
and would you put them in the freezer
so you could use them later?
or would the mormons
convince you they were rotten?
that they were too young,
and had cancer in them?
that they were burned too badly
when they experimented?

(all these questions no longer)
(this labyrinth has an answer)

the sun shines,
even if clouds block your view.