We scaled
the face of reason
to find
at least one sign
that would reveal
the [bad word] dimensions
of life...
lest we forget.

And maybe it's
easier to withdraw
from life,
with all of its
misery and wretched
lies,
away from harm.

We lay
by cool, still waters
and gazed
into the sun.
And like the moth's
great imperfection,
succumbed
to her fatal charm.

And maybe it's me
who dreams
unrequited love,
the victim of fools who watch
and stand in line
away from harm!

In our vain pursuit
of life for one's own end
will this crooked path
ever cease to end?