A volcano of limbic lava erupts
Burns through the holy man facade
We try to detach from our animal drives
Hint
It’s all animals doing the driving
Uncovering
A deep vein below the projection
My better self a cartoon cutout
Growled at by the junkyard dog
Asleep in the shadows
Until kicked by complexity
Strains against the unbreakable chain
Preferring the calm waters of the lily pond
Soothing the beast who’s teeth
Clench fiercely to the self portrait
In my wallet, the madness cropped out
But still visible in the original