Mad Blood


First, when

Flying down-

Questions fill my veins-

‘Til they rupture-

And I am drowning

In my own gushing blood

The insanity of riddles-

Why do the sane question their sanity?

Why do the insane accept theirs?

For the sane mans sanity is a democratic sanity-

But the madman’s sanity is truly their own.

Swimming up-

I taste salty brine-

I breath the breath of near death-

Inhaling the insanity-

Of someone else.

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