A volcano of limbic lava
Burns through the holyman facade
Tries to rise above animal drives
(Hint: it’s all animal drives steering the way)
Blood runs deep under the projection
My better self a cutout
Discarded for the snarling junkyard dog
sleeping in the shadows
Until awakened by complexity
Strains at the chain that can never be broken
Preferring the calm waters of the lily pond
Fruitlessly attempts to soothe the angry beast
Teeth clenched to the picture
Kept in my wallet, the madness cropped out
But still presenting the original