contemplativeSun’s Sane Light
Surety is now perverted
rational put to the side
when it's twisted to reflect
the fears disguised as the truth
here's the joke, the saddest fact
the table trembles with hard fists
banging with intent so pure
sadly this is God’s prank
free will to scramble round
looking to puddle’s face
wondering who will resolve
the pain inflicted by false calm
the foolish run into the gap
knowing wisdom’s been lost
while they seek to display
the underpinnings have no legs
madness denies certitude
mountains of fact brought to dust
conviction rests in lost valleys
to be trod by jester's feet
lunacy shared by those who heal
pointing away from the puddle's flank
up to the sky the moon shines bright
reflection of the sun's sane light.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171108.
