For years they’ve taken me
And I’ve shut my eyes
I wear a shell
It’s thin like a ghost’s
Impaled on the bare limb
Of an old oak of wisdom
Vibrant and full of health
With a sick vein
That let in
You ran through the archives
Of your free mind
A projection on the wall
You thought dearly
Surely you could hold the edge
Your animus knows no depth
Greater than the layers
Formed in your self deception
There was no dichotomy
Any more than before they took you
It was you who let them in
The gods of sense
It was your Reason that deceived you
Remember that existentially
Hypocrisy is freedom
Like it ever was