on the fringe of a sane world;
expecting sanity to carry the day.
however, never quite seems
to work out the way, does it?
criminal intent lighting the way.
spontaneous, how that lighting flickers;
assuming control of all it surveys.
perhaps, we should dull our senses,
all of them, as this will pass
as just another nightmarish dream.
yet, we know better, don’t we?
when madness becomes fixation;
fixated on the creation of madness.
all the congruity of things;
contemplation, there of.
a vigorous motion, escape a sane calculated world
for the fog madness provides.
yet, so much uncertainty madness carries.
perhaps best, not crossing that frivolous line.