idealism is the perfect thesis
for all that we don’t see, which is the the unborn fetus
of our dreams, clutching sucking its thumb
of all nutrients
until it bleeds seeds a sky full of darkness
the devil’s crybaby I’ve been longing for a loch ness in which I could swim, in which I could see the creature which skims the darkness, haunts me but I’m ever hopeful
that it’s ghoulish eyes will be exposed to the light which I can’t find in order to
bind and be burdened to that which will
illuminate this world to its full potential