Wrestling with illusions, 

With fiendish and apocryphal delusions, 

Foraging for the prophesied freedom,

Disparaging every funhouse mirror;

Unschooled, yet intimating knowledge

Of cornerstones and sacred particularities, 

And, with synapses on high alert, 

Awaiting contingencies to coalesce, 

Some elemental certainty to effervesce,

Illumining, perhaps, sturdier next steps...