Lunatic Of One Idea
Groping sightless in the gloom.
Every word flutters the fool.
Seek gold dig up earth.
In darkness find a dwelling place, delight in the mire.
Who knows of the lion leaving Hades?
I tore out the roof for kindling.
Seek without meekness.
Will any dare to harm Caesar?
To tread the dreary paths?
His bones shattered on a broken plate.
Fine words are fruitless, a useless bit of hate.
Throw in this hollow a tangible loss.
Naked in the forest, singing my songs.
What plant is not wilting?
What life could last?
Great the drought, everything passes.
Time means nothing but a crumpled page.
I want to suffer till only truth remains.
