I rage with a lonely rage

   against isolation, blindness and a smiling callousness,
   against the denial of our nakedness, our need

   against the illusion of goodness


sing to me connection, sing to me life, flowing,
quietly moving me to vision

sing to me a fountain of companionship


   what will these gods do for you? 

   ... these gods of all false comfort, 
   taking credit for gifts not of their making, 
   these gods who rob us, yet remain barren ...

   ... what will they do for you?

   I rage with a white hot rage


Sing to me songs of comfort
songs from silence
silence ... singing


   I rage

   against cleverness,
   cleverness masquerading as depth,
   against sophistication, imprisoning the wounded soul

   against a proud intellect, withering the spirit


sing to me