The Human Fantasy

Holding hands in prayer around the living room rug,
We go back to our comic-book-roots.
We change shape and size and
Everything looks out of proportion.

The myth of God and the Devil
Gives even the smallest particle a brilliant polish.
The delusion that something is right or isn’t becomes critical.
Law. Beauty. Truth. Lies. Each suddenly matters.

A mechanical army led by a ghost king,
We navigate a labyrinth made of time, questions and answers.
Follow directions and pay attention.
The winner will receive a medal.

-Brad on the Upper West (search phrase “in the details”)