The shadows have departed
Halos are good at hiding horns
The rank discourse of a beligerent dogma
soon, soon.
Do not clap at the end,
You will find the moment
Awkward, you will find it gone.
I, mesmerized, am I,
A speaker with words
that trail a vapour that dissipate s
into a nothing as they come?
While the intellect searches
and the emotions just find
a descant plane of existence.
For the comfort of approachable,
Uninhibited and fearless equals,
Where struggling with greatness
is not a lonely place -
Jetisonning into infinite dark,
Uneering and unswerving by
forces in my path.
All arrogance, all confidence
All conviction and self-discipline,
Altruism toward the self and
A surfeit of powerful lonely hours.
To be stepped not stumbled
Across.
Casting out laughter and friends
Gathering courage to
gamble on kindred spirits
- One in a thousand -
Then only for the chance of a spark
That might reach,
And touch and vibrate and harmonise
The souls of human beings
For a hundred years
From now.
To be
Worth it all, worth it all
And not noted a waste,
A life driven from somewhere,
Somewhere where it had a place.
But soon, soon the shadows have departed
and the momentum of this lunacy will stop
to accelate and syncopate.
And hollow and life but half-life at most
Returns to a healthy step in line with
Circadian time.
Yes, I am angry. Yes, I am tired.
Yes, I am done. Yes, I am unsure.
