the mundane world is such a comfort


and guards us from the full heat of the forge


after all the sky can't always be blazing away

with the visionary eye burning out on the splendor


the wild and self-loathing may go blind

on theatrics and hallucinations


but who mans the molten flux of process

sees them and in pity sends in those would assist


bedding down bandaged

in the mundane world that is the only place


where to heal or to wait...



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