It erupts a volcano of limbic lava
Burning through the holyman facade
We attempt to attach to our animal drives
Hint, it’s all animal drives steering the way
Uncovering a deep vein under the projection
My better self a cartoon cutout
Discarded for the snarling junkyard dog
That sleeps in the shadows
Until awakened when kicked by complexity
Strains at the chain that can never be broken
Preferring the calm water in the lily pond
Wishfully petting the angry beast whose teeth
Clench fiercely to the picture of who I am
Kept in my wallet, the madness cropped away
But still there in the original