Towers

Bejeweled spiraling spires in sanity’s steeples
spilled in serene supplications of supplanted sayings,
oh it was the erector set of possibilities
existing in that mouth of positive propaganda.

And we drooled and gasped at the image
of the evoked ecstasy from euphoric edifices,
letting those visions build in our heard,
letting their feel be a mountain in our hearts.

So we clustered in pure ravenous revelry,
assured our hopes would soon have a tent,
a marvelous, towering haven of passion
where this life would thrive so incredibly
while we would find paradise inside.

It all felt so alive, so incredibly real,
this promised utopia that we could occupy
just by adjusting our brains to only accept
only optimistic charms as portent of tomorrow’s facts.

But it was only a fantasy,
one sad and sick conjuring of dementia,
problem with trusting to an architect of change
is not appreciating when he’s insane!

Next time we’ll have learned from the mistake
happily not thinking when he talks
to helpers that are not there
how it is some kind of comedian act
instead of his perception of what is reality!