Incantations for a Rooftop Exorcism #3: Exorcism of Illusion [2002]

Though we once hung by our knees
in the tree's upper branches,
every thought visible on the night air,
we were standing
on the other's cupped hands
and gasping in the fainting breeze.

Mirage of stone and leaves,
rid yourself of that chrysalis
and its cage of fantasies.
Friend, you were never really there.

Though we once dreamt of lands
where our hands could weave
every thought tangible, foul and fair,
we were drowning
in the other's lunacies
and grasping at grains of sand.

Mirage of swords and lances,
rid yourself of fear and malice
and its cage of fantasies.
Friend, I will sigh for you no more.