Isolate the Spirit

Isolate the spirit from the body.
Give up all you once desired of savour,
Taste instead the thought of something braver:
Fly, bats! (Come into the garden, Maudie,
And I'll give you daylight, bright and gaudy!)
Feast on terror, relish all the savour
Of a nightmare, gloomy and much graver
Than the dawn you hoped for, dim and shoddy.

Make mistakes. This life is episodic
And disjointed, but imbued with beauty.
Doing nothing careful is your duty
To a world unmindful and spasmodic,
Where our best ideas are parodic
And our meanest bad dream is a cutie.