Stormy Voyage #poem by Jan Sand

To row our boats through roughs of nows
Where rouse of rising frights can frowse determinations
From clarities into the smoky jokey perversions
That clasp the asp of suicides, seize the seas of common sense,
To storm, knocking intense dents into moralities meant to guide
Our lives into a smoother ride.

Illuminations flood the web of those brain dead who seek
Pathways to self-destruction as if those goals could glisten
Otherwise than seeking obliteration in the rile of basic sense.
Those ancient Greeks had declaimed that those chosen by their gods
To be destroyed are first driven mad but currently, madness
Is so evidently ubiquitous there is no need for gods
To strike that fatal blow.