Leave behind the chaos and lies
woven multidimensional schemes
that could only be perceived
in the rear-view mirror
from a safe distance
and with a hollow heart.
Rise above the thoughts composed
abandon reasoning to the stream
conscious in appearance only
binding a puppet with string
stuffing straw into your head.
Strange are the creatures who reach across the barrier of time
fumbling shadows confounded by the experience of becoming
flashing claws and daggers drawn
every well chosen word intended
to grip and grasp with flailing clasp
to seize your hope in their talons
and to dash it and damn it
to water cold and memory forgone.
Turn the blinding white on your life
and burn your shadows with the light.
Fight yourself and win.