The Gods of Sense

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 you Reason that deceived you

Remember that existentially

Hypocrisy is freedom

Like it ever was