when a thing is bitter
midst the swim-world hallucination
as dark times perceived descend: then
my skeptic's sword is raised in your defense--
doubt! ever doubt, and
more so when the ground is hard!
cast your doubter's eye upon the darkness,
scoff the self-appointed sour side of things.
seize blind joy, relish in the strength of innocent
oblivion! for what can they do to such as we?
what can they do to us?
we need not acknowledge
these unproven marks we see upon the wall.
omit this common wise dismay! seize joy
and foolish doubt: for cold and bitter ground
the skeptic's blade will ever turn.
January 2013
