Ratings of a Rational Poet

Sanity, come back later! Let me be!

Let me for once, write in peace.

Take Newton with you, when you leave.

Let Galileo, Descartes follow thee.

  

Strip me down and search me well,

under my skin, within every cell.

Look, where, no light has ever been.

It is here that you hide, unseen.

Beyond the reach of rationale,

With light I look and hence I fail.

Return, when I have penned a verse

Wishing no glory or remorse.

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Dichotomy

I stand with one foot in an abyss,
toes pedicured by dangling anglers.
And the other on a mountain,
basking in crimson lava.

My fingers desperately wander,
over frigid extremities, benumbed.
I hold the earth from spinning
and then give up, pricked by it's axis.

As I raise my head over the horizon,
dark clouds appear and languidly disappear
breaking the melancholic monotony of blue.
Mizzling with eyes clenched.

The rest? I know little about,
hides and runs in spaces confined ,
hoping, that perhaps someday,
stars realign, abjuring the eternal hunt.