Seeking art in minds of simple men’s
fey shadows wrong-sides me. I am a
simple man, yet I see an argument
for brighter lights as worse than the
gloom we try to escape; there are greater
fates than the death of our civilization –
annihilation of my mind amongst them.
The mindlessly numb already berate us
where we should be religiously quiet.
I can wait in the graveyards and the
backwaters of time, a penance for me
as I have lived forever – I can survive
in the sceptic waters while seeking the
keys there; simple as I am I would know
them when I see them. Raised by a woman
it is easy – so let me lead...
© 8 June 2007, I.D. Carswell