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 light
to dance and twirl beyond reach of sanity
to gambol endlessly
this is where belong
this is how i belong
dancing ever with the mad and the madness
never resting
always dancing
with the jabberwock
with the mayhem
i do not choose
but i do choose
i remain
i belong
walking
lingering
at the table
deep inside erwin’s box
with the
in the
forever twirling
forever swirling
madness
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