Mad, beautiful world:
you make me scream,
weep, then laugh.
And repeat; repeat…
My childhood,
before I knew this world,
was like a deep dream:
so sweet and untroubled.
This life is a beautiful face:
riddled with hidden cancers.
It is wine mingled with vinegar.
We are embraced here in the arms of love:
therein we wither and we die.
Every moment is suffused with magnificence:
and destined for decay.
Beauty soothes the torment:
as death devours the joy.
Hope. Hope. We must end:
with hope!
Yes, there is a savior:
silent and hidden from view.
Dimly, we see that glimmer of hope:
which mocks our infirmities.
But for now we are left here:
wandering this garden of terrors.
Leave me take me leave me:
one more day on this cruel beauty.
Today or not today:
take me or leave me.
Exiled in the sweet smelling thorns.
~FS
