Recovery

Not to be contained,
bouncing off RFE signals
and uncaged,
some comic book emotion.
There is a moral here,
accounting for censorship and
genteel morality
but it sure didn't take now
did it? He hasn't moved
in days somebody call a
doctor or a priest
or whatever passes
these days
and I'll.
You know we're trying
to start a life
without all the whispers
and fury and backdrop
and cement, some nonsense
about color you know it's
all her side and art
I for one have
sacrificed
my memories just to get this far
down the road
because that is the point of the road
said the sign.
Oh dear friend
we can see it in your eyes
beyond
and yes they hoped to spared you
the pains of being grateful and
self-hating but it's a careful
balance that I've gone and upset,
we'll have to operate.
Lights out.
You'll find he has no problems
accepting charity from strangers,
but only.
Creator and destroyer of a thousand
worlds in his own mind, a fiction in which
he matters, and speaking even
and the flowers;
we'll all be moved.
How've you been? Barely making out
the words beyond their meaning, if even
and why begin the journey
with the uncertainty
and hallowed sanctity of
surrender, and the pious
even, in chorus,
at the gates,
the words,
very well thank you,
not even a question,
having barely moved for days,
not even the gears of the mind,
and I thank you, Are you seeing this?
There's new levels all around us
and landings and spirals and all the celestial
architecture, again, very well thank you
although you moved too fast, blinding to those
with sight, purposes, you see
we weren't,
and deaf to the roar of the gears and motors and the
opening of the gates,
now how can he even know that, deaf as he is?
cured certainly, thank you,
paid in advance,
but having made the trip not daring to partake,
not one for rituals, you see,
and he appreciates the invitation,
but, no, thank you,
once around the walls and I'll be on my way,
and now I've seen everything,
take this down.