OBSERVATION MADE AMONG SHEEP AND WOLVES

Is chaos understood?

Is the hypnosis of yellow bright flames to be trusted? 

Let's do an experiment with Plutonium and reinvent 

The wheel in order to energize all 

Masses into ripping off their masks 

And destroy the enigma of feverish identity. 

We know safety in scant numbers. 

We still plant seeds of population in these years of plague 

Which beguiles the silent and the fortunate. 


 All we soft hearted grown children of industry 

Are always running mad and crazy somewhere after dark 

And that is the freedom of the full moon 

Interrupting the conquest of black starless sky. 

I possess no answers other than the plurality of certainty 

And for this my sanity has been daringly questioned by 

People who live inside my dreams. 


 The order of days and years provides insight 

On the light and tragedy produced by a mechanical infinity. 

Safety is the blessing of people who define safety.