Thoughts In Madness, Madness In Thought Poem by Vincent Cibelli

My days are made of questions,
Answerless, or the universe would contract
Into a marble I'd put in my pocket
Which I'd finger while paceing through space
Love and lust today seem heartbreakingly tedious
A procrastinated chore, back-broke work
I've done before and feel moved to repeat
The dirt under my nails is collecting
My farmers tan grows olive and dark
I'm waiting impatient for the sun to go down
I'm waiting restless for the sun to rise
Though if I lived in perpetual twighlight
I'd wait indefinetly for midnight and high noon
I watch all the happy girls in light cotton dresses
For the time, just moments, hope true love is true
Then a flash flood sweeps over early morning Arkansas
Baptized in the waters of God the campers final breath
As a death fearing grip fails on a holy tree branch
Happy endings drown in my media fed anxiety
Though madness is also the stone to which i cling
For only in madness can my rock float
I ride it slowly, blindly to a sort of saftey
Where is my isolation where dangers diluted
Shrink into the faint, like whispers, like sand
I know in my heart, though my heart doesnt think
That worries are worries and worries alone
But is my soul a ghost with life eternal
Or is just dust and a maggots new home
Too gruesome? too simple? too morbid? I know!
Thoughts can be poison that cripple a life
Thoughts can be invention and progress and song
My madness my friend, in laughter and gaitey
My madness my foe, while I sit here alone
Is it a ploy for some contrived deeper substance
Maybe a mountain Ive built in a box
Either way I'll climb to the peak
Watch the world beneathe me spin to infinity
As I descend my marble my universe
Slips from my hand and begins to roll
Down my madness into a clarity pool
There it lay, I with it, lost in abscurity
Till a flash flood drowns a world and takes us home.