Tertium Non Datur

All the sucked thumbs and held skirts

And blankets, so secure

They block out the sweep of

The floodlights that could free them from...

The darkness that surrounds them,

The demons that keep hounding them

And gouge their eyes...

Till all they can see

Are rigid dichotomies

Of the sacred and the profane,

Of salvation or shame, with fuck-all in between.

The human impulse to explain

Hijacked, a controlled flight into terrain,

To ensure no passenger ever makes

Any connection between the proscription of mystery and malaise.

Tidy pairings.

Inverse binaries.

We all seek meaning in our lives,

But when every shadow of doubt is denied,

The sanctification of hatred thrives...

On every sucked thumb and held skirt

And blanket, so secure,

They block out the sweep of

The floodlights that could free us from...

The darkness that surrounds us,

The demons that keep hounding us.

We put out our own eyes

And reproach the blind.