Madness or serenity?
Betwixt the two extreme
The dreams where I’ve identity
Seems to produce its mean.
A missing link so puzzling
Piece by piece, a thrill
Rushes, then beguiling,
For peace is pieces still.
To heaven I’m addressing
To find a-law I cry-est
In trenches mediating
Shout I, “Oh, I’m the shiest!”
Serenity or madness?
Stream I betwixt the two,
In Styx it seems a sadness
Pervades my wand’ring view.
But if honesty’s prevailing
I must accept a train
Of thought ne’er once derailing
That depth is brought by rain.
As the rays of light chase midnight
Residing in wells at noon
The ephemeral glints of insight
Discloses my heart as strewn.
Then the Word so chases darkness
And it must condemn the crime
Committed in the conscience
‘For I e’en e’er wrote the rhyme.
Madness or serenity?
Betwixt the two, a scene
Erupts in anonymity
As a calm before the dream.