transitory madness

“A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.” -Nikos Kazantzakis

just

     under

             the

                  skin

the you that echoes the actual

                   physical

             scarring

          that

   shows

just at the very outset of your

                          supposedly

                       sane &

                 publicly

      presentable

exterior, lies with you a problem

    that

                                    you

                               can’t

                            quite

fix---and yes, you try to work it

out 

    with

         others,

                 both

those others selves within &

       those

                                individuals

                              on

                           the

slashed & scattered outskirts (like

    cracked

                                      little

                                pieces

                             of

linoleum) but nothing seems to

        work

    when

                                everyone

                              has

the blatant sinister audacity to ask

if

 something’s

             wrong

                   but

to offer nothing in the way of ideas

             as

            to

        how

      one

might go about medicating any real

issues

     of

       which

             you

yourself may in fact be concerned

          about   

         to

                                          the

                                  utmost

                           extent---

alone & dwindling in the madsphere

              of

      things

                                        you   

                                     find              

a much better way to deal with it all,

        found

     now

                                    solely 

                              through 

the expression of the self & its very

transcription

         now

             noted

                 visually

                     aurally

                         aesthetically

within your every blissful moments

             of

       what

  others

                                 observe

                               in

your own behavior when they smirk

          with

                             condescension                     

                         saying

“this too shall pass.”