I want to know…

I want to know what madness is

and where the edge of its beginnings are

I have skirted its hem and felts its cold breath

raise the hackles on the back of my neck

each hair with a life of its own

a cat’s whisker sensing what

comes in stealth to

rob me of peace

of mind of


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