Madness --
its advent signifies
the gradation of defiance,
breeding vagaries of abstraction
as stimuli become
reconfigured into
the sight and sound of you. I perceive
what eludes me, despite
bemusement of logic. Somehow
lucid and somewhat lost, I see and hear
you move and speak (through me, to me).
And were I to doubt the world
considerably, perhaps
I would cease
to be an illusion, becoming real
as the ever anticipated whisper on my skin heralds
the shattering of my sanity's worth
of waiting.
- Souless