I hurry back to this room Safe in this world of alone Seeking only solace, prone A respite from a day consumed

Surrounded by books and paper The noise recedes outside my box Secure from all imagined rocks Riding out my gloomy nadir

It’s not the quiet To which I aspire It is instead

A muse so exquisite That allows me to squire All these words in my head

All of these I admit To vanity and gluttony of the many sins I commit  Of promising and pledging Only to submit To treachery and debauchery  While bowing to the slit And the secretly excited  With the division of a split

To whit I know the ark goes one direction  As animals we explore the nether On a timetable of a limited invention  Pushing at my stall knowing Sainted I will never be sanctioned  But the gods and I can agree About the minimal fiction Of each in this sea

All my life is one I’ve painted In vibrant reds and greens This I’ve felt has successfully tainted The dull palette of day to day To leave behind a life unplainted  Is to waste the gifted flesh  Take the luminous life and leave it feinted In false worship of a belief That lowers all those acquainted

That lowers all those acquainted