Ode To Pierre Boulle

If you suffer shame at feeling faint

cloak tropes like a black-plagued enigmatic saint

may protagonists be your guide


who hold time out of sight and mind

or like prisoners of war, 
clinging to laurels
,

mask your hatred for rivals and quarrels

and daydream fantastic celestial journeys

seeking asylum in hallucination

where you 
imagine miracles and divinations


and the taste of malaise dissipates as you wonder,


are not all men brothers?