Times of Dreams and Madness

I must do this to release what’s there. I must do this so the dying stops and the living begins. The mind, that complex cerebral humdrum of lair, Traps the soul and heart in its convex of sins. Where metaphors and sulphur mix In the thriving jungle of web and wood, Where the tomato swims and fish fly for six. The inverse of nature sits on the rim of mood. The agony must stop in the jungle of discontent, Clawed by the forlorn tiger, Ripped by the crocodile’s jaws descent Within the realm of Noah’s magical power. But, alas, the converse of nature and the reverse of nurture Lies unfathomable in the flood of a new awakening In these times of dreams and madness.