Overcome with gratitude I write and ponder the many blessings of madness
Stuck on this ward marooned with pirates, explorers, and uncut genius
I am rooted in the moments and little things that heal
All praise the healing hands of anti-psychosis
Armies of karma arise in cosmic unity
Brewing vats of wildfire from starbursts millions of years and eons apart
Cersei holds the throne but afar the good bastard Jon dreams of a better north
Dragonfire in Westeros comparable to the burning pain of losing so gravely
Suicide the architect of devestation claims too many
Remember Lord Hess of loving heart who was taken too soon
Dear Andre is with us still
Lay hands on those you love and build up tolerance to karmic reactions
These are scattered words
But that is why I am enclosed in the Georgetown psych ward
Dreaming of peace--breathing love--and yearning for revolution
BYPO PHOENIX c 2016
