What's on your Brain. Objectivity affects what force, before Subjectivity is manifest?

Through the Smoking-Glass

The time has come
“The Rockstar” said
To speak of oblong things
Of blues and reds
and other meds
let bring on all-that-sings
Sweet melody:
blissful silence
will it ring? so sweetly as to be

out with reason
out with rhyme:
prithee thee, lay me under
foot by feet,
and for all time.

Weakness: this is nothing more
and nothing new
pathetic he, indeed.
So easily
it is, this to abhor.

This:
is true.

These years go by
burning on through
Pain: but wants
for quickness too.
Put this thing out,
prithee you: Extinguish ever more
so, these senseless lines
Sew it up in time
a needle, or a knit?

But
nothing.

Nothing becomes of it.
I hope I die, before I wake
One less thing
might you forsake

What fires they tell
If there is Hell, perhaps
oh well: I might canoe
upon its fiery lake!