Leto II’s Lament - 2018

​To seize control of my emotions,
I wage an unrelenting war.
To become sole tyrant of my thoughts,
I drive out the fallacious inference.
During my tribulations I ask
What is my true casus belli?
This illusion of draconian rationality,
Is it the ultimate self-deception?
In my hubris I undergo auto-analysis,
But all the models seem colonized,
By the narratives I fabricate.
I look to science, patron of logic.
Causality is his strict mistress;
Her orders, when followed,
Eliminate many false positives.
But how can I follow their method,
When bias is inherent in my mind?
Would that Lord Logic reigned supreme,
And all the world worshipped
Rationality and Pragmatism deified!
Yet, for all the benefits of these gods,
For all worldly wealth they deliver,
Purpose, they can never give.
Thus, my genetic code fights back,
Transcribing carriers of false idols
Bringing purpose to mundane life.
It seems ultimately, I must be defeated.
Parasitic emotionality will have to be
Integrated into the psychic model,
For synthesis of logic and illogic only
Can unveil the paradoxical truth.
All that remains is to salute those,
Though in truth, few and far between,
That have ignited me into absurdity.
I admit it; I need you.