....And out the other side

Despair.
States in the sign in the endless wastes
and yet,
Bollocks to that!
Says the voice inside
which wears a strange quirk
that would smile at sand dunes
and grin at the melancholy absurdity of the grim
and has a twinkle in its eye
enough to wink at the weird and wonderful.
Stubbornly, maddeningly,
moving on
stumbling through the wastes,
its bemused and dream-like gait
seemed to have been touched by some wild Muse,
out into fields, and cities, and deserts and forests
surviving by chance and happenstance
to share a sense of strange delight
of delirium and daftness.
So is a fool and bizarre
but lives with such things
with manic vigour,
as nonsensical
as out of an abyss or emptiness
is brought endless energy and imagination
that make life more than simply bearable; enjoyable.