The Universal Suffrage of the Dark

Nothingness has caught me by the throat Tossed me to the innards of its prayer Joan of Arc unhorsed in a nightmare Burgundy makes offers for her coat When we’re real and know the here and now Do we entertain our thoughts and dare To let perception grow in all its flair Lamenting foreign insights we won’t know From the mountain, I see Windermere I see Coniston and Morecambe Bay I see sheep and flat green fields arrayed The shadows of the hills , the dread, the fear Where can we be now on this our March? The moon, the sky , the aluminium arc The universal suffrage of the dark The rights of strangers, the Triumphal Arch