having seen enough insanity
i have developed a catalogue
in my own head - i could make
a gallery of insanities
as there are different kinds
on the surface level - a lot of
variety; insanity is inherently
individual - for the insane
their own is the only one
but having looked deeper,
with time my eyesight got sharper
with exposure my tastes got picky
i have learnt to read patterns
even better than they claim to
(it's too easily to slip into insanity
by reading too much into patterns
and end up on the wrong side
but i have been very careful)
i have found that it gets kind of
boring - a lot of repetitions
not a very creative genre, is it
oh, yes, you are so special
that you are prosecuted
by unnamed people in power
your life must be very dull
you don't trust your friends
so now they want to kill you
there is lasers on your wall
and a drill in your shoe, too
completely random things
of course, there is a generator
inside your body and sure
your wife hasn't been herself
she had been replaced
you are the 60th, and i sigh
to yourself, you are special
but i find that psychosis is less
of an artistic play of symbols
and more of a broken processor
spitting out randomly generated
things in next to no particular order
they are chaotic and of course
with psychoanalysis you may find
some connection, a password
then you look and say: that's it?
there's drawings that cover up
the inner walls of the psych ward
for a newcomer they are impressive
but it's all the same fractals, patterns
the same religious imagery, again
self-absorbed shallow "wisdom"
one would think insanity is a price
to pay for something worth it
there's no forbidden knowledge
one would expect more depth
more beauty, having read how poets
describe it; but alas, they have been
sane enough to word it understandbly
beyond that, there is chaos, it's ugly
there's more complexity and depth
inside the sane mind, really;
so many ways to be sane and
disgustingly few kinds of insanity
the psychotic mind is that of a child
wishful thinking, hyperbolic
bad guys and good guys it's all
very easy; the spirit in fractals
i wish to have the walls painted
as the connoisseur of insanity
that i am, nowadays i find it hard
to satisfy me; i suffer from
the utter clarity of my vision