An almost violent upheaval
in thought and word and deed
can be difficult on psyches
built for stability, can't it?
Sifting through broken thoughts,
clamoring to find the pieces
that will fit neatly together,
is a fool's inconsequential
journey into madness.
And so I am going:
question after a
delicious, grotesque,
filling madness.
And perhaps that's how.
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