Sanity

Call the alienist: see can he locate any aliens.

Must madness always be savage

Or might it have some kindness in it,

Some curious promise?



The sound and the unsound,

Count them together.

They are brothers,

Like it or not, bewildered all,

In various ways.



Disreputable are the truth-tellers,

Not entirely to be trusted.

Sanity is dull and reasonable,

Measuring effects without histrionics,

Achieving limited aims

For the placid commonweal.



Suspicions are the sum of us.

The territory has no vocabulary;

It is all potential.

If names you need,

You will have to invent them,

Fashion devices suited to your ends.

The indescribable is where we live.

Fascinating spectacle of ourselves!-

Extraordinary animals shaping death

On our tongues, we observe the symptoms

Of being.

Exorbitant appetite calls the dance.

Feelings and sensations so acute

Are life itself, which, even as it generates,

Undoes.

Resist the irresistible?

The more and the other confound

Diminutive designs.

To torture and be tortured is delight

In love’s perverse cult.

Time to avenge

Childhood’s horror in cruel victory.

Time to break the rules and suffer.



Slow murderers,alchemists of separation,

Your violence brings you home.

Can you recover from yourself,

Make progress,prosper and be whole?

Empty cash in your pocket,

You gamble on the wish-market,

Imagining ever more objects of desire,

Self-thwarted, self-betrayed,

Shopping for nothings.

The fear, the danger is too much:

Heart’s desire too monstrous to admit,

So hide it, fool, deny it.