Stone Cats Nap

Sanity’s last battalion limps in retreat more inconvenient
myth than immediate legend
Having brokered a truce that displaces millions
but lines silk pockets with corkscrews
& refugees’ prayers
Proclaiming the anarchist to a mankind so frightened of being human that it struggles to define
itself with anything more substantial than prayer;
Regularly betraying its own better judgment but still refusing to allow common sense to become a full-time occupation
All the while exploiting the savage tendency of the unconscious to construct entire worlds out of nothing
As it marginalizes the intellect down to the realm of idle melodrama
& recognizes the tears of a sage as the seeds of visions they began as and ever so gradually aged into