I am a higher order Peer below the symptom stayed Beneath the threshold of the Rader Quietly growing, undisplayed Boiling, but never boiling over, With the grace of an unattended child, Along the flanks of Great Mt. Ida Finger painting crimson stills Of domes constructed by the centaurs Drawn like moths to light, weak-willed Boiling but never boiling over I hear them giggling but I'm blind to the facade Summit beckons, calling, condescending. I sigh with the force of the fists of a God. "Shame Shame". When the sun imploses, 'Twil cauterize our bo-bo's Restored to ash Breeze sweeps away our egos Through time we'll gently drift Scattered in this labyrinth What we've held in our hands Gone with us, eternally absent Free Take Me