©2007 M. Bennett Hooper

 

Why do you speak to me in a dead and unknown tongue

While I listen to satisfy my illusions

Height can hold no key to test this fleeting rapture

Of a dream conceived in sadness

For a lone soul seeks enslavement of others and

Demands its’ own freedom.

A lone soul seeks balm in its’ own unhappiness and negates responsibility

To taste the forbidden fruits of an existence of darkness.

Flee then to your own mountain and meditate upon the price of association.

Kiss me not without commitment for my lips have tasted too many wines gone bitter

Mine arms have embraced the deaden weight of Medusa’s head and laughed

For mine is a joyless mirth as I dance to a long playing dirge.

Love nothing save disaster and change no direction in your course

For I shall be found at the fountainhead of peace

Agonizing…seeking…dying…reclaiming myself

Once more.