UTOPIA

Great city of reason

let loose all your meaning

your soul torn and bleeding:

an opening wound.

I can feel myself sinking

I can feel myself sinking…

Sweet, seductive, craven

rainbow’s tempest raging

the never-ending blaming

flowing from the wound.

I can feel myself sinking

I can feel myself sinking…

Bring all your children

all guilty feeling

that deep imposter syndrome

and feed them to the wound.

I can feel myself sinking

I can feel myself sinking…

Dark sun you are

you are –

you are dark star

dark radiant star you are

we you are

we are

you we are     we are         we are

(With gratitude to an old friend)