I am

frightened;

for Reason is,

a fragment of creation;

but it is the facts of existence.

Imagination is,

the key;

as I presume,

I persist through comprehension . . .

At times,

I forget to follow my faith;

My spirit consumed by affairs that conquer

and corrupt the souls of the weak.

As I concentrate on optimistic thoughts,

the logic supercedes my wants;

it is my needs that scream,

for they bleed into greed.

It sounds pleasing to breed a compact of concepts,

replacing the nonesense;

constraining progress! 

I acknowledge my own ignorance …

Although,

I often leave it up to the stranger that lives inside of me.

No one can stay here forever.

I get the feeling that mystery oddly favors

my boldest behaviors.

Closing consciousness ….

o’ when I fall back asleep;

I feel like the cruelest of mangiers.