Mind's Asphyxiation

The mind lives a lonely survival
battered by insistence from
eyes
ears
touchy
feely hands
demanding attention
seducing our sentient genius
to ignore logic
to sleep through reason
to die of ignorance

For what?

A grasp of the brass ring
astride our brass-poled steed
awhirl in dizzying material conquest
centered in our park of parks
adrift from cultural boundaries
a calliope accompanied fantasy
flexing "I wanna be"
against "I am"

The mind decries this isolated existence
toiling as it does to stay afloat
amidst this ocean of breached trust
once endowed by birth
now leached away by narcissistic suffocation
disguised at times by success
of conquest's intoxication
rewarded with prurient favors complicit

The temporariness of it all
assumption that Nature's bliss
can be disrespected
harnessed
captured
owned

The pleadings of logic
are the softly stringed melodies
the palpable preludes
heard by few
ignored by many

Until

The roar of rationality's percussion
sends waves of torrential attention
cascading across
the now barren plateau
where another sense of lonely
floats without sundial
moon
or moral sextant

Conscience desires once again
to quake us from our shackled
lucid nightmare of arrogance

One can only hope
Man can awaken
before all Life suffocates

For the conscious
it is indeed
a lonely survival