Don’t Be Ashamed of ‘It’

There are a thousand little tricks
For a drunk & drug addict to learn
A thousand little man-made
Quarrels with nature

There are a thousand blind rules
To be broken
More than a million
To keep

We sons and daughters
Of slaves
Are slaves
Have masters/mistresses

We saints and sinners
We creatures
Of the vortex
Of gyroscopic time

All the relatives
All the striders
For infinity
And one step beyond

One legend beyond
A few mortal leaps
A series of cross-countries
A little comic relief

The phantoms that eat my soul
My shame at letting them
The path, the valley
The sweet hereafter