Light Up Dark Rooms

The dark rooms in one’s mind unlit, One is heading straight for a pit: Will not take long the spot hit While the injury just won’t fit! Then, for dark rooms of the mind sit As things about them have been writ By pens with more goals than wished with, Knowledge conjured and teeth won’t grit, The–seen–with-the eye not a slit And moved legs won’t fall into pit.. My time I’d given Charles Rycroft And my anxieties just got soft; On Neurosis supremely coughed, Where contributors can have bluffed