(I)
On a night out
A break in the clouds
inhibited senses aroused.
Emit from stars
the lines from Venus and Mars
across cities and farms.
Centuries, it has been told
an alignment without fold
for those in the cold.
Who wonder of it all
downtrodden and crawl
in trenches, duty without call.
To emulate an aeronaut
and rip the fabric (or other begot)
and discover unknown or ancient forgot.
A rational rejection
from traditional obsession
'for the emancipation' spoke the confession.
I stand here, drunk and dazed
thinking without care or malaise
as collective perfection, or how I portray.
I sway here, idly observing the array
of how little we've done til' death and dismay
with life's temporary solitude and all it's craze.
And I'm not okay.
