Daylight Rationalist

I trace the circle around me

well salted with cynicism.

Sharpened stones lie

in every quarter,

while I’m cloaked

in rationality, secure

nothing under the sun can touch me.

Bleaching daylight gives way to the moon.

And nocturnes too subtle for day’s

cacophonous babble break

through to pierce

my too proud heart.

I cross the lines I created,

cutting myself on my own touchstones.

My cloak falls off in tatters

and I fly

until I am star drunk and well sated.

There is no shame

in my eyes

when I greet the rising sun.

Song Choice: Under Your Spell from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Musical

This poem was created by a prompt given by me at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Meme, where I asked people to create a poem from either the 13th line on the 7th page, or the 7th line from the 13th page of a book nearby them. The book I used was Witches by Erica Jong, and the quote that provided the inspiration (line 7 on page 13) was, “The rationalist scoffs, secure in his superiority to all those who claim that intellect is not enough to take us through this life.”