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.
I taste salty brine-
I breath the breath of near death-
Inhaling the insanity-
Of someone else.