an anger has been brewing inside
this head of mine
not my heart mind you
for i conceded long time ago
i do not own one
a rotten faustian deal:
pawned my heart
for a lightning short glimpse
of platonic dreams built out of
symbols and rules
a world which is
everything that is the case
plagued by godel's curse
condemned to roam
the desolate desert of the real
with eyes blinded by the dreams
i stole
a bard
i am my own prometheus
my own zeus
spewing random symbols
determined by some random rules
with an anger
born in a sacred spring
