This: the ache, the strain
delayed;
Betrayed the high way
is
The pain.

Swiping clean the mask
and peeling…
Off the skin,
and off the layers.
I say, “Off with rotten reverie!”

And to the bottom
splayed
and lust confronted. Wish
The ****** made
unchaste, and further hunted…

Bade. The wire and the sound
the wind upon the end
when wild
the civil keepers
Child, in vane, a-tempts

the sane
with flesh and blood to taste
the wine and bread,
Again,
will strain the strings,

of heartless, thoughtless,
loveless, self
protected by analysis:
Paralysis. Portrayed
in the light by time (and life) itself
Again!