The Tavern of Ruin

What if there really is no you?

What if the no you makes mistakes and gets caught?

What if the no you looses its way and gets lost?

What if the no you is bad?

My brothers and I live in trust.

We don't forge compassion.

We don't contrive forgiveness.

After the wildfire the seed flowers on its own.

The leaf in the river does not exert itself,

yet the journey to the ocean is complete.

You have come to this tavern of ruin

where the drunk wine is sweet

and the song sung is ecstasy.

What will become of you now?

Holy Madness