I’m not crazy today.
I have been in days past,
but not today.
Today I am clear.
Today I shine.
I have felt fear
and pain
and loathing,
torment,
and angst
and despair
and confusion
and rage.
But I’m not crazy today.
Today I am clear.
Today I shine.
And, in my clarity,
I can finally see
the rancid womb
from which insanity is born.
In my clarity,
I finally know
what insanity is.
I have learned of
the festering root
from which it grows.
It is nothing more
than an intimate
knowledge
of death,
an uncomfortable
understanding
of demise.
I suspect that many
of the insane
have no significant
malfunction,
they are merely
better informed,
more well
sighted,
less ignorant.
I see this now.
I know this now.
And, it shall not
haunt me
tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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