Blogging from A-Z Challenge: V for Virtue--a poem

Being virtuous is like being in love

you never know if the moonlit path 

you think you’re traveling will lead you anywhere.

You are dazed in pursuit of a flame

of desire unheeded or forcefully dulled,

and destination is forever hidden under heaps of garbage.

Maybe we are never sane in life and 

never virtuous too,

May be it’s all an insincere battered act 

we put on to close the chamber that lead

us to air and water and laughter.

Maybe all we aim is an arranged communiqué

with the citadel of philosophy,

and knowledge of that dead art of pontificating 

practiced by grotesque agelasts long departed.

Enclosed in the cloistered shyness of virtues

lost and never to be regained  is the unconditional,

unenclosed sea of mortal wishes.

The heaving waves hammering on dust and sand

act as impediment to my pursuit of moral cries

for nonviolence and sleepy righteousness,

but like a king’s fool aiming at a jest I it can never  perfect,

I know the ideal is inaccurate, 

that virtue is a slow-dead comic art that never entertains.