An Inebriated Thought

The human mind
(I think you'll find)
has been shaped into
great predictability

you see
you'll respond quite instinctively
to dangers of our parent's antiquity
as an animal would
indeed you'll see,
roars and fears and dreads
they'll be

tradition is
the silent scab of thee
in all of man's behavior -
let us be, tee hee,
hard'ning over dang'rous man
walking
tee hee hee

and religion is the science of the
man with sin
charismatic but well spoken
though they speak from gin

(please beware in that
persuasion is the danger within.)

for wherein
epistemology
abandon we
within our reasoned minds;
our hope would carry these
into the dank of sweet senility
of age's lost seas...
or perhaps
(and better yet)
throughout life's drudgeries...

~but slow~
... into the harvest moons
of a greatly darker night
made sweeter as our dreams enclose
their tears and hates
and frights!

but does it wake..?
oh, yes it wakes
although
what demons
walk?

pursuing that revealed in talk
but left only in ash
and that which is detestable
in our addict's most
articulated,
calibrated,
hookah hash.

because all of this
exists as this
in the cunning guise
of common man's

infanticide

or perhaps... more compellingly
in some moderate

psychosis