Seth’s World View

The agony of the independent soul
who longs for embrace but denies pain.


Seers like an iron, hot to the touch,
it breaks apart the phony image.


Left naked for all to laugh at,
no smile goes your way, only contempt.


Struck across the face and cry softly,
lest they hear and heap pity upon you.


This is the day of bitter’s end.


Lay down and die, or live in your own grave.

January 15, 2001
Fort Collins, CO