As you revel
in the human comedy
Where your
very existence
Hangs on a
few words
Spun into
the threads of information
Illuminated in
the mourning dew
Your awareness
clung to
O’er the
wide world’s one long night
Spilling many
rivers of language
Into the
fading of your consciousness
And pouring
your carefully reasoned words
To run along
the trails of dreams
Stuck in a
spiraling web
Making sure
to find the clean grey light
Of a
foggy-headed morning
You’ve
waited all your life
For the
truth of Reason’s prophecies
To disrobe
Unveiled and
nude
In your
delicate longing
Obsessive and
compulsive
And meditating
on the violence of the sea
As the waves
that would set us
Rocking to
and fro
For the
logical outcome to prevail
In the drama
of your thought
Ebbing with
the human tides
Towards a
climax – la petite mort
And reaching
for a dry cloth
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