Oh had I a brain,
Would I be still
in this mess?
Swallow a pill,
cornered in chess
Yet still somehow sane…
Despite a pledge
of insanity swiftly vowed,
I still am sane refining.
Who said every mushroom cloud
has a silvery lining?
Look out from this ledge.
See that world, beneath?
Scattered with ugly life
And haggard knaves aplenty.
I would wander in the fyfe,
see? Yonder twenty
yards or so, by the Bajith.
Moab is far away from this:
This evil swept over Earth
Protected always by its divinity,
unblessed by a Virgin birth
or, more the exalted trinity…
I have strayed into the abyss.
In two ways, thus:
First in straying far from text;
Then about the darkness here,
omnipresent in its vexed
and twisted terror, breaking tear
Until all seems simple fuss.

I let them beat me, constant ache
and pray the lord, my Soul to take
just beyond these earthly bars
should be caress of His great stars.