I’m just sitting in a coffee shop blogging in shades
seeking illicit anonymity
distancing myself from the proximity
of any and everything ungodly.

“you can’t run from yourself,
you can’t run from yourself”
—can’t help a fish escape from water—
O what a bother !

I require a pharmacological intervention
—given my night vision and the demand for retention—
Do you want me 24x7?
So I hide in coffee heaven.

There’s only one way out of this
and life itself is all that’s in charge.
I see the mountain ahead of me,
and visual-eyes the other side.

The world has never been flat.
Rainbows were always proof of that.
So the bear went over the mountain?
Well, I’m taking the shortcut through the underpass.

Darkness within darkness,
and deep within, I find
that illicit anonymity
that the society calls *sin*.

Yet forever bathed (macro-metaphorically) in sunlight
I find the world restored.
This planet is now my lover.
I won’t treat her like a whore  (no more).