The King of Last September

If there are forbidden places in the human heart,
 let us go there then,
insanity and drugs and dreams
have guided us
this far
if there are secrets, let us find them
crack them open,
let them out.

I am the king of last September.
You caught me, I was hiding
in the shower.
with all that noise, did you really think I was the wind?

Well, I am the wind  in stone.
DO YOU THINK THERE IS ANY WIND IN STONE?
I thought so once,
but I was a castle then.

Senility with occasions of brilliance
is how I describe these last days.
to be aware of one's own existence
is like being aware of own's own height;
how far you are from the ground!

Weightlessness with a touch of weight,
Is how I would describe it.

Before you dismiss this
as the demented ravings
of an old buffoon,

look to your own walls
and towers,

and listen.