In The Sound Of Madness Poem by James McLain

in the sound of madness, i am
controlled by nothing but everything.
and where i go it is there, you are waiting
hidden inside of me, i watch you come out.
some times when you need it too and i touch it
with hardly a breath it rises to fall and back out side.
and some madness cannot muse music's sound,
when it is cold and the steam boils off like clouds.
moon lies sleeping in the mouth of heats vacuum and
hangs my head looking up too, soundless an outcome.
in the sound of madness it rises and falls, down the hall.