Bath Time Poem by dan hightower

is it transitory? could the sheepish serenade be forgiving or is the forlorn reconciliation paradoxically a mirage to manage the menagerie of myopic misanthropy, a convoluted convulsion of contemptible corollary conciliation, corrupted by a banal world taking in the deep breath of polluted propaganda and exhaling the corrosive residue of lascivious consent, a whirlpool of fate washing away the specs of memories combining to make us, the web of delirium we fight to shake, while merely strengthening the hold, a tricky situation, how to attain the enlightenment of release, to overcome the predicament of flesh, to wash the rough forms of what we call real away and let emerge the truth…