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



Until all they can see

Are rigid dichotomies

Of the sacred and the profane

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 their malaise



Tidy pairings of 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