s’all blather in the dreamblitz,
devil’s trick, soul split in symbol’s deception,
waking’s stirring blooms with daylight’s hits
and kills the junky swell of moon delusion.
there am I, visceral son of sun’s riot,
stark and starved, with pilgrim’s toil and desire,
body steeled in war against cold creation’s quiet,
burning blood and bone, searching truth’s beating fire.