Step Forth

To point a sloven soul

on the existential path

Beset on all sides

By invisible barriers,

A middle life quandary,

To fit the round body

into the square world--

The want is not alive within.

The craven boy rears his acned face,

If I were to stand so bold

I'd throw down my sword

at the foot of wars

of dreams yet become

and venture forth

into the filth of unknowing

and pierce the heart anew.

Take off these coward clothes

and step naked, blindly,

Into zones of uncharted experience

To remake the man

for the former one

I am to serve no more.