The escape comes as a bright and numbing sonata
In a violent shove towards the future
Where the nights seem sacred - somehow
And the monsters stand still
In their deformed expressions
And their blasphemous eyes
And I walk beneath, beside, above
Away from the grasping delirium of consciousness
That tugs at the heart on my sleeve
Oh, so ecstatically
But I am the conspiracy to life
And they cannot have it anymore
The notion of fire that rocks in my bowels
Now dismantles my walls and my statuettes
And I am free to move - to go
To insanity so lucid as it never was
I will never be broken again
And I will stomp on my enemies
I love that line. It expresses perfectly that frantic state of mind that makes objects look like glass. This is another good poem from you. You paint really good pictures of these outer worlds. The only thing that could be improved is the structure. Your style really lends itself to perfectly equal lines and a fixed pattern. You know that. But sometimes when you write out of fury you really can't do it. :)
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