losing ones way

our hero again lifts the great bulk of the world out of the morass, lifts and hurls the last of the platitudes, the structures and the perceptions, the pandering and marketable ideas,

or

there is a distance between want and learning, between the better part of our selves and the last thing we did to walk away from it, the struggle of the simple against the imposed, this version of myself or the magazine picture,

there is only struggle

and darkness