no matter in what
direction you look
after far enough
there is only light

deep inside
under this veneer of words
we are still savage

senselessness
clever the nevertheless
evanescent guess

revenge is
two men in a wooden ship
throwing lit torches

hypnotize
draw my eyes and dull my mind
I am full of knives

hidden in the well
of every human mind
there is a monster
we are drawn unto its image
as to any other mirror

I think about the things we see
What we know of reality
How different they are

Forces and fields and particles
Quarks and atoms and molecules
But we see trees and stars

We wrap ourselves in this cartoon
And paint the walls of our cocoon
Like Michelangelo

But if we turned to face the door
Which casts these shadows on the floor
What madness would we know?