How far exactly, from here to help?
Miles and miles and more...
With just a cigar, he points out the path
Overgrown with ignorance like brambles
Muddy with night sweat and with morning tears
Dotted with the footprints of broken legs
Abuzz with flies on bleachbone carrion
Darkly alive with the loon's cry:
Bedlam.
Here is a homeland for will-o-wisps.
Here is a prison for prophets,
Oppression for profit,
Prescription for vision and Truth.
Cure me no cures, o Freud.