Illusions be light,
fabric to the conscious dreams
whose strange lenses strip the humanity
of my temple prayers

Hesitations become prohibitions,
the probabilities of their visible failure swirling through the air
and calculating the consequences
of the abuse of scrupulous vocabulary

Beautiful is the idea of the securely righteous,
the grace of perfect virtue becomes a mirage
to mask the broad corruption,
and frightening is the vibrant life
of their unknown mechanics