Beware the Thresholds

Drawn from my dreams The canvas soaked in my blood Stream of fallen scenes From the worn tapestry Iconoclastic stained glass Shattered on the grass In the iced fields of the mind; Irreverence turned its eye blind Mistakes make us human ...Except when they transgress And cross the rubicon into abyss (Never again knowing forgiveness) Sown seeds of madness and sadness Flourish in times of triggered duress Gnawing the feeding hand more than you can chew You’ve cast the die—you’re screwed, nothing you can do “Lucid panic for the epistemological conundrum— Unsolvable, indeterminate…Man searches for meaning…but the ontological thirst always lends itself to death by dehydration.”