Introduction To Folly

Lost in time, as though it were new trapped by relentless turmoil from yesterday's frailties words are spoken, no one hears panic is rendered on a head tilting down waiting for the bloody ax of judgment wielded by complaining hands that have crawled with fat bellies chasing idols on lies of persecution whispered to one another in a world that is no further than the length of their arm described to them in a book of their own promises written by them, for them and all whose name is not listed are cursed by the authors who sit as judges in a make-believe trial where innocence fights insanity and sanity is hung by its neck until dead by emotions that are given authority by those who profit from a lie In the depth of their eyes lay the cold smoldering furnaces of yesterday waiting to be used by blind obedience trying to resolve their own misery on burned bones of those they think unworthy the head tilts, the ax blade falls freedom dies and thirty pieces of silver roll across the floor of history 1/31/18