Existence a mingled realm which we dwell,
reality is asserted with glorious impurity;
actuality and metaphor carry us to Hell.
Juxtapose logic to belief and one must quell,
abstract decorum damned in obscurity,
existence a mingled realm which we dwell.
Independence a disease which will compel
eager ambition to kill perceived immaturity,
actuality and metaphor carry us to Hell.
Beauty is a terrifically suspect magic spell
romancing false obsessions with purity,
existence a mingled realm which we dwell.
As Love arrives it bids a word of farewell,
in its own defense the heart needs security;
actuality and metaphor carry us to Hell.
Complexities simplified before the death knell,
living the only guarantee against death's surety;
existence a mingled realm which we dwell;
actuality and metaphor carry us to Hell.


































73 old applause
