Reason swirls in
rippled tidal waves,
schools of thought
propelled along rip tides of random compulsion;
Mind must master momentum
or be dragged to Davy Jones’ locker,
misled by swanky salesmen.
Lies ring true when artificial authenticity
sweeps senses out to sea,
when truth is misplaced
on the shelf next to pulp fiction.
The undiscerning dragnet
will troll for all species indiscriminately;
not every fish is worth the fry.
‘…take captive every thought…’