Why do I long  to sip from the poison well
Its hazy waters reflecting private longings known to none
I bleed my soul to gain passage to this darkened tomb
Quiet respite is found in silent tortures

Why do I remember fond days of burning suns?
Casting off the cares of others
Dry leaves to crumble in my fiery brother's gaze
Passion's scars are found upon scalding sands

Why do I seek the crazed and foolish
Babbling men with dust caked beards
casting silver curses at my absorbent eyes
Wisdom's mystery is found in your madness

                        - Chris Getz