Going to, Coming From

He's always going to or coming from

Most recently riding upon the night train from Africa

Rainbow country of identity

Suffers no fools but cant help to greet them

Whoring himself to the quickest bidder

Besides, he's usually the highest in the room

It's not his fault

Personally I blame the drugs not him

Pills and cannabis unravel a tightrope, hovering taught above a precipice, diving two valleys

A Dionysian maelstrom adjacent to the comfort of security

The acrobat takes his position, a lyre plays, a jester serenades

The acrobat falls, to which side is irrelevant

It was the wind that blew him anyway

Too much fast living will have on jabbering archetypal and Hellenic prose bullshit

It could even happen to you

Not to this man, however, for he is mad

He describes colours at sunset and castle shapes in clouds

He is not even at peace with his meritocratic position

I am this man, he is dead, and I am fey