I am a torrent. Inside me is wind
And rain and all manner of manic hell.
My mind seizes my heart to bind up.
My heart defies all my mind’s rationale.
I long to believe what I did before
Doubt and annoyance told me their whole tale.
If God is real then where can he be? Or
Perhaps the real problem is I am hell?
Pleasure and pain turned to dust in my hands.
Immutable fantasies where I fell
Remind once me of fair circumstance:
I am a torrent. Inside me, it swells.
Madman's Lantern 