Self-Analysis

Crawling the walls inside my head, scratching

At the barriers in my mind, feeding my anxieties, unwittingly

The beast that presses in on me

There is decay, the stink of it is everywhere

Leaves molding in the compost heap, the off gassing of self-analysis

Full of rot and decay, the trappings of entropy

Self-diminishment, pursuing the illusion to oblivion  

An equation for the will, spiraling malaise, the slow poison of fear

Paralyzed by trepidation, lost in the labyrinth

There are mirrored halls and corridors, stretching

Forever, each plane is a door, locked and forbidden, I am keyless

But I have a hammer, and am crashing through the void

Digging in the earth with Leibniz

Plum the mysteries of my secret world, caught in the reflection

Of the present, like Enkidu in the wild

Adrift on a sea of confusion, as Gilgamesh drowning

Caught in time, trapped in space, always subject to flooding tides

Beneath the black skies on a starless night

I have forgotten the moon, lingering too long in limbo

At the brink of despair, the pit of uncertainty, the abyss is whispering

I am deaf to it, I was never taught to listen

There is a language to the soul, it is universal, sounding

Down the pathway of my heart, the echoes of reason beat my bones to dust

The destroyer comes with songs of praise

Cleverness is no substitute for, genius we paint our demons

In a bright colors, the infinite palate Leibniz says, and we dance

In the shadows of the ego, falsafah, the flowage of dreams

My Id crawls over me, like a worm that never dies

The compulsion to fail, as it swallows its tail, the serpent of Midgard

Kali comes riding with her pack of dogs, each one a cynic

            Barking with spite

            Philosopher solve thyself