Wait the fuck up!

for a brief moment of clarity in jumbled space...

there lights in the box, a convincing path through the maze.

a path that instructs the mundane.

no twisted dissembling or ideas profane.

no - not even the overdrove path of Desire,

for the Light shines at it’s end only like the tip of a pyre.

in the Visible, I see the solution

an anticlimactic version of pure reason.

Yet, as the box spins - devoid now of clear air,

I shout, ‘Wait the fuck up’, in severe despair!