Levels of Doubt

I am.

I believe I am.

I want to believe I am.

I think I want to believe I am.

I think—

Hence, I am.

Do hens think as well?

To hens on a fence!

Two hens,

And they dance

Flamenco.

Their tails are in flames.

The hens are peacocks.

They dance, and they drink

Rum on the rocks.

I am, but I think

I'm not very sane.

Do you think the same?

I thought that I sought

A purpose, a god

In life and in death.

I sought sunny days.

I thought that I was,

But I knew the truth:

There is no real cause

For all this to be.

Please, fill in the blanks,

I feel inside out,

And drift to Swiss banks,

And keep laughing out loud.

Please do laugh with me,

Hysterical, tense,

At width and at length.

The longitude, latitude, solitude days,

Abundant and scarce,

Are here for us,

Are here to stay.

I've got words to say,

Some stories to tell,

But my tongue is swollen,

But I am insane.

I've got a spare tooth,

It protrudes from my palate.

I soothe my own truth,

I guess I'm a mutant.

And it's way too late

To... aye, it's alright!