Flypaper

If first, you don't identify with looming fearful things,
you lose no force, nor stray off-course, nor suffer Satan's stings.
He, of course, is fictional but, serves the function well,
to oft remind a seeker that behind him, waits true Hell.

When you say 'I' to things, you buy your brain a ball and chain.
Your consciousness has wings, but now stays grounded in mundane
and tedious mud that neither matters nor contains real Light.
You are a ficton of your own design, Real power is slight

in men who are un-self-restored. Self-salvage and repair,
effects new fluid means to understand, and to employ
a greater conscious reach. We can enjoy new fruits and toys
to help our navigation through the perils of earthly pain.