Victima Rationis

I. Darkness--utter darkness Lights Artificial (I know the feeling) Shining like a champion over an enemy Or rather a enemy which defeats you by losing. Do I dare pour myself into this? Do I dare? Basil Hallward points and stares His picture has too much of me. I have lost my reason Like Don Quixote Living in a fantasy Chanting victimae paschalis I am the great and courageous knight I myself am the victim. II. Deathbed conversion Like none other. I awake-- to experience a real resurrection Death comes to us all; but the mighty And courageous knight Defeats that old foe with swords as thin as paper Lances as long as the brain can unwind Fantasy-- with legends, saints and miracles-- poison like fever No-- I am not a great and noble knight Zarathustra has spoken Human--utter human Imperfected beauty found within a shattered glass basket that smells a little like urine Inter faces et urinam nascimur It needs to be washed III. Who shall I give my kingdom to? I spent my last twenty dollars on a bottle of booze Dulcinea enters A haggard old witch This isn’t the first time she has shunned me My fight has just begun If only I had won If only I had one Max Bardus