Delirium,
master of distraction
and mysterium.
Voices in our heads
speak,
are we hearing them?
Are we fearing them?
Never far from the edge,
feel the push,
can’t catch our breath.
Out of touch,
desire for decline,
feel the rush,
you’re out of your mind.
No big surprise.
Pull the veil away,
you’ll know you have never seen
with a clear mind.
Blow the will away,
you’ll know you’ve believed
in a cheap lie.
Forever disguised,
forever in doubt;
starved for meaning,
perceiving hand to mouth.
We’ve had enough,
so we’re reaching out,
past the breach
into each
answer we’ve found.
We’re not giving up,
we’re not going down,
we’re going insane
in the grey waves now.
Come with me,
give your mind
to the front line.
Unaware,
unafraid,
undenied.
To believe
is the height
of the sublime.
HG – 2016
