madness

sometimes i feel
there’s
madness all around

yet the passion of poets
must transcend the pen

or become a bag of bones

the madness

(then)

the search for Beauty
the search for Truth

our thirst must not be quenched

until one day
we meet face-to-face
with Truth

(and all)

the
mystery

the
misconceptions

the
trivial

are swallowed whole in praise