I heard that insanity
is more of a repetition
than anything else. Continuing
actions past the used by date
with old hands and thoughts.
I am not insane
I am not irrational
A Geologist tracing his path back
through the layers
predictable as my actions undone.
Objectives, beliefs, self belief
that is spirituality-I contain none
but the first; that is the goal too
vacant cause' I fucked the rest.
And I have said it before (often)
“The day is for labour
The day preludes sleep and causal death”
-so death is equally close
With or without a worker’s ache
Swelling as we sleep
Swelling I wish was there
The smile of agony and achievement dead.
