Within those realms of community
The days rage like the tearing claws
Of the beast of prey

But in gnawing nights searching for peace
The sufferer's stolen soul fails inside


The beast's hurtful paunch
And it's acid laughter


Far from here within the storm's raging
The fleeting years swirl like leaves
In those ruins of a human soul

But reaching for those years
The seeker drowns in
A surging ocean of

Fading memories

The weak senses change illusions

Into glimmers of hope
A suspected deeper truth
The observer cannot realize

For he plunges into passion and faith
As a way of passing the time
The exhausted death itself miserably fails


Giving no certainty of
Mercy and deliverance


And behind an intangible horizon
The swaying comedian squeals

And laughs scornfully