Point Of Madness

How long before the visions begin?
Before missed dreams come to waking eyes
If I could see you now with open eyes
Outside the fluttering of half closed lids
Watching the pictures in my mind
There is no panacea for this kind of alone
Where words flee from friends fingers
Leaving me to speak to my own soul
Irreduceable to it’s own light yet
Reduced to a few who are voiceless
… Wordless and speechless in love
A kind of madness of knowing
Everything of nothing

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