Let’s let go of sanity,
imagining the reason
appeals to our vanity
and falls in the right season;
making none too troubling
what chaos springs from hating,
from leaving at boil, bubbling,
desires left too long waiting.
Let’s imagine destiny
a mere self-serving conceit
to define the inanity
that leads on to our defeat.
Let’s wait, but not patiently;
why waste our time at resting?
Light spars shadows, blatantly;
likewise, our doubts need besting.
04 JAN 2017
