"Delirium"

We wade headlong
into a burning fire,
those with petrified minds
throw fistfuls of shadow
to feed the flames.
I'm through pulling punches,
lowering my head to shield my eyes
from the wind.

Our stern will to the conceivability
of all things
pulled harshly through the
eye of a needle...
the cold pull of the rabble, the
stinking flies in the marketplace still
grasps us.
Even we, with hearts upturned
who see the fountain are trapped
between copulating boars in a
self-destructive fuck dance that
pulls us under.
So turn your eyes to heaven,
to the divine,
to the proper,
to the good
and in doing so ignore the
blindness in your minds
so that you may be free in your
cage and not trapped in the infinite.