Sanity mixing with insanity,

somewhere in the Carolina hills,

a heartbeat is four cycles,

carrying me through

a gentle nightmare,

breathing the air of a crazy revival.

 

I travel through the realm

of sadomasochist preachers,

chained inside dungeons of salvation,

and flocks of humans

happily grazing in their fields

of celestial madness.

 

I see images of death

on the asphalt,

I see images of misery

behind the rusted fence,

and I look carefully into the stoic eyes

of the cow,

the wise old beast,

her sad look a quiet requiem.

 

In her eyes, life unfolds

as she accepts her fate

with a grace,

that is truly divine.

 

Fivos R Drymiotis 10/9/2005