See-Through

A kind of frenzy, a kind of folly
is all I've made and all that I have done,
would I have been myself without, who has
the daring to venture to say if so?

I see much differently than I did
when life, the greatest of sorceresses,
gripped me in a former fleeting spell,
signed with the coat of arms of compulsion

am I lucid now, do I now see clear
enough to discern tricks of pride and blame
or is it spell on spell, spell within spell,
and how, witching wishing Life, might I tell?

to think, to feel, these robes of emptiness,
that are the fabrics of see-through splendor