The eerie sunset has crept along
and I see I have another night
to get on with
There is no problem except that
my massive ego gets in the way
I wander into a jungle
of frustrated emotions
The orchestrated feeling of fear
seeps into my soul
I start a fire and build a hut
Of vine
Hopefully the animals will not
be able to claw thru my shelter
I am hoping to preserve my livelihood
and void becoming an animal’s meal
There are rattlesnakes threatening
to poison my thoughts
I must remain careful
Desolate wolves can not survive
in this night
I see insincere lions attempting
to sink claws into my heart
I avoid the conflict and carefully
move thru the night
I suddenly find that I have nothing
to fear
But fear is such a relative term
Who’s to say that a lion can’t spring
thru my trap
A tiger might be able to penetrate
my meager shelter
Vines are merely a defense against
mild weather
I am really defenseless in this
situation
I could do little to defend myself
from a lion or tiger
I would be a lamb led to slaughter
There is so little to
I guess I’ll have to look at
the imminent danger
and begin to prepare my defenses
I can no longer pretend that
the danger is unreal
I can not hide behind illusions
of personal grandeur
I’ll have to state into the conflict
The rage that exists can easily be
extinguished
if only by a lot of serious work
The anguish of seraphim is not
too severe to be cured
I am confident that triumph will
ultimately be mine
but all hopes are sinking fast
and many feel that I will be one
to go down with the ship
winter 1986