Out Of Options Poem by John Sensele

Out of sight, out of service
Meant to mollify minds
Cleaned up from a crevice
To isolate inputs of disservice.

Out of sight, out of sympathy
Meant to cushion a shock
Inflicted by telepathy
To boost bother stock round the clock.

Out of sight, out of solace
Meant to console
A heart hurting out of place
When the heart honours its sole goal.

Out of sight, out of civilization
Developed aeons ago
At the dawn of sensitization
When good graces gallivanted on the go.