Pour some religion over my morning milk
one singular, round, meticulously weaved saga
that revolves around itself like a snail's shell
let me crawl under it and hide
And while you're at it pour me some milk into my morning bile
My mind's aorta is ebbing
My restless psyche craves for rest
It suffers from horrible wishful despondently godly vertigo
nauseating motion sickness.
It has run
sailed
and failed
sauntered
and pondered
drifted
and accepted that there is no final all engulfing shore
It has been truly wanderful!
globetrotter of a psyche
measured it in its own muddy bloody feet
From the brink of oblivion past the edge of oblivion
No figure or phrase ever had room enough to fit it all
Thus now
encumbered
weary
muddy
bloody
The fierce fiend has resigned
from wondering and wandering
Gone soft and sloth and paunchy
It seeks to settle
to numb mindingly, mindlessly surrender
to submit and succumb and subside
to the harassing annoying persistent order.
Drizzle a few drops of stupid bliss
and a splash of sleepy self-sacrifice
a pinch of pleasurably dutiful martyrdom
Make me holy
Infect me with awe
Make me awesome
let me conform and convene
toss me a stamped t-shirt
pass me the answer sheet
to whatever test you carry on you
hand me a passport
and some change
fluff my pillow
and convert me
I give up
at least for the day.