We live on a placid island of ignorance
In our black seas of infinity
A weird yearning for death
A crushing sense
Small and weak and selfish
To escape the unbearable feeling of becoming aware
A dare-devil rather than a Holy coward
Battling my fears
My pains
Conquering my uncertainties
A dread of stirrings in my soul
I considered forbidden and criminal
To paralyze and quake an individual
Flying out of the corrosive fire
In so deep a dread of silence
The silence of many
Silence multiplied
The silence of a crowd
Your dread  
This defeat of all Government
Within eyesight the unfinished
Written by Dante on the Gate of Hell
Shakes the earth beneath us

Like a roller-coaster ride
The sensation of it trickling away
The imperfect vagueness of human thought

Gypsy