All the sucked thumbs and held skirts
And blankets, so secure
They block out the sweep of
The floodlights that could free them from...

The darkness that surrounds them,
The demons that keep hounding them
And gouge their eyes...

Till all they can see
Are rigid dichotomies
Of the sacred and the profane,
Of salvation or shame, with [bad word] all in between.

The human impulse to explain
Hijacked, a controlled flight into terrain,
To ensure no passenger ever makes
Any connection between the proscription of mystery and malaise.

Tidy pairings.
Inverse binaries.

We all seek meaning in our lives,
But when every shadow of doubt is denied,
The sanctification of hatred thrives...

On every sucked thumb and held skirt
And blanket, so secure,
They block out the sweep of
The floodlights that could free us from...

The darkness that surrounds us,
The demons that keep hounding us.
We put out our own eyes
And reproach the blind.