Tuesday, October 4, 2011


It must be madness in my mouth
That forces incoherent shouts.
Perhaps I'm crazy; no it's re'l!
I'm not insane! My god, it's re'l.
Why does the clock refuse to move?
Why do friends not understand?
What must I do to show, to prove
I am not crazy? Look, it's re'l!
The tide is red--or, is it teal?
I am not crazy, or unmoved.
Watch the sun, your eyes expand.
Who is it, Syylus? Did you prove
You are not crazy? No I feel
This must be re'l. This must be re'l.
It's not just madness in my mouth,
My mind has gone the loony route.

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