Asylum

I give salutations to troubled souls
And marvel at the unwelcome states
Of those persisting interior debates;
Thinking they've lost all their self controls.
It's then I scold myself for heartless thoughts,
Forgetting that brains must be silly things
Allowed from time to time to stretch their wings
And flap themselves above the hellish spots
Where flightless mentation sometimes maroons.
But there, amid the strand desolation,
Of existential consolidation...
Reflects the dazzle of a thousand moons;
Every one of them as graceful a face...
As might be encountered in angel Space!