These madmen we call brothers and friends leave us
Dripping in their wake.

When we awaken in the dawn of day,
We forget that morning too peers out darkly.
Judgment places them in two baskets:
Deserving and Discarded.

The lucky few I love are still in a coma.
What I know is that you’re left wanting.
You want me.

Fascination doled out by mermaids
Sing truths, play communications,
Make creation. Make man?

In the forests of asylums,
We can all make a move to the beginning:
Drink fire with the stars,
Fight the cold,
Brave the satyrs,
Slay the nymphs.

It’s just the future’s cloying us and
Forcing us into men.