William Butler Yeats In Jeans

I will return,
as some brambly fiend towards Bethlehem,
to
this as I know it
To the words
The art
To my freakself
An internal dream
of self recognition

I can no longer attempt
these pretensions of a person
left long ago
behind
I never really was
Never known
Never lived
Just another internal dream
with a nightmare monologue
and none of the recognition

I will return to the freewild
exuberance
unhinged & unhemmed
uninterrupted & uninhibited
& unhip
(ster or -pie)
Or any other convenient suffix
tainted and painted and violated
by Capitalistic advantage-isms
to help readily identify
ME
as someones comrade
or enemy

Yes,
this hour has come 'round
at last

The centre has held

The rough beast cries from
the nightmare cradle

The revelation is in my hand