There is madness inside all of us.

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There was a time where such madness
was passed into my conscious attention
Ungated
Again and Again
a Torrent
Besieged by such thoughts images and urges
Bathed in them

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Until I knew nothing
Until I couldn't argue anymore
Until all I could say was, "I don't know."

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And when I knew I didn't know,
And let that be,
The walls began to restore.
The images were there, but half there.
The madness began to be below the surface —

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It's still there.
My brain will likely boil again.
Who knows how?
Who knows what theme?

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All I know is Now.

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