POEM: Consecrating Madness

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

Go ahead, run your hand over the surface.

Stroke reality to get your bearings.

But don't name things.

Don't categorize.

Don't think that because you can label and box a thing that you have it contained.

- That you've sealed in its essence -

You've just locked it in a deeper strain of darkness.

I don't want to turn your world on its head,
let out all the lunatics and lock away the normals.
I just want to poke holes in your boxes.

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