In Search of one lost Voice

what happened to funny faces and shapes
or sharing pathway chortles with Nonsense?
Dare a word be spoke of sister Whimsy?

Dear fretful one, absent joys you long for
do happily persist; perpetual
pictorial agents running counter

measures (though remaining oblivious)
created to cause at least a few frames
of the world to take up sweet warp effect,

gifting academia sleepless nights.
Please believe these loves cannot disappear.
The best of explorers have fallen for

comforts coming with certainty; allow
others educated in life designs
to deal with interpreting the local

rituals, let nods express compliance,
as long as the solitude remains whole.
Playful voice reclamation: Paramount.