walk with madness
walk with madness by jules f. delorme i do not choose to walk with madness to flit between the shadows and the light to dance with chaos whirling like a dervish till the lines are blurred and the world is ever off balance in the many places where the bedlam lives where nothing ever settles and no thing can come to rest where only the mad are invited to the table yet i do choose but i do not choose my madness is like the cat in that box that erwin thought so deeply about and the chaos that he so fought so hard to contain i do not fight against the pandemonium but i cannot embrace it either i walk with my madness sometimes i run sometimes i fall into the black hole falls my tremulous sanity and i am embraced so very tightly though i cannot encompass this darkness or perhaps perhaps i do i sit at the table i am invited i am commanded with the hatters and the rabbits back and back to the table i do not choose to walk with madness to drift between the shadows and the...