Two states of consciousness exist for men
to live their lives. The lash of violence flays
the hides and hopes of those still in the den
where darkness and decay enslave the brain.
No pools of cooling grace can ease their days
nor soothe their burns of self inflicted pain.

Like silt that swirls and turns clear waters brown,
the raging drifting dramas humans wreak
befoul the lives of everyone. The crown
of clarity and conscious mind is rare
in such ferment. Unless a man will seek
his inner light, he'll never shake the snare.

I don't expect that men whose forward chase
runs straight from here to there, will ever know
that answers often transcend time and space.
To feed the appetite of wisdom's flame
is not for ordinary reap and sow,
Seeking inner starlight must be one's aim.