Life does often seek to manage mind,
where sanity demands another face,
and reason edits out discordant sound;
so is the heart embraced in mental vice.
Reality becomes a ghastly, raging foe,
where thoughts fill narrow ranks as demons,
defies the bounds of what we want to know;
hope on salted ground is surely leavened.
Insanity can hold the upper stony ground,
and mock from echoed distance all we are,
so do the angels hold out waiting hand;
salvation shines although its touch is rare.
Slant does twist the world of outer truth,
invokes that dance polarity to then ensure,
a mirror which reflects what is, as both;
in opposites, all then revealed as pure.