Dare Cycle

All the crimes and rhymes of thought
that have such little meaning
are tied into my little knot
that i cannot untangle

and if they fill the pools of my existence
with wine
who will drink the sour grapes
of my soul?
who DARES get drunk on my heart?

the arrogant intoxicant of truth...

all that we build so destined
for destruction

our world is cyclical
a rapture in circles

                                   always going

to come round

                                    

                                                       again.