Off with The Head.

A fearless, seem-less, all-encompassing desire;

a religious urge, a maternal need-

an indigestible craving

to renounce, reach,

surge, seek,

fumble and gasp and shriek,

falter and sigh and wail...

and FALL....

and let go...

and fly,

across the eyes of time- drift,

through nothingness-sift,

and merge

into the vast dot of exclusion...

to be there, where

sense, reason, logic and

the putrid achievements

of the head

are dead

and wrapped along the coast

of exploding Joy

of self-inclusion.

The only infallible euphoria- Me.

Per-verse

The beauty of being...

Each moment, with Life

and seeing

the myriad pastures,

the raging wild raptures

of this mad mad dance-

of this calming estate

of chaos and idyll.

Knowing little,

gathering much

with no end as such;

Enter and Exit

this nonchalant nonsense-

this Pit

of limitless pretense.

Blame me, would you

for this lavish lust

for this tricky trust

I attach so

To this rotten rust

of love and disgust?

I me detach.