I stake my hopes on the sweet irrational
Ardent faith in the virtues of truths unsullied by facts
Truths are subjective, facts are mortal
Burning offerings to pedants and mendicants
Gabbling madly in the lusty smoke
The gentle breeze of nonsense carries
Intimate laughter of distant chimes
The iridescent white of a moon I can reach
Her light a cool comfort
For cracked lips and fevered passions
drifting rudderless to wayward sleep
SensibleUnsensible 
