the soft Truth is powerless
like a Scarecrow
toiling in the Fields of Other
where Blackbirds are the Masters
wielding Shadow.
Oh great kiss
of submission !
subdue the vigor my wickedness !
swing the pendulum to a halt
in a Paradise
more sane.

in the chambers of my open wound
devour my condition
and relieve me
of so much love !

do this
And I'll be barking in the dark
hardly dog
but more the man i feel
the animal
assumes

but the manacles approve.