Insanity Rules The Night Poem by Patti Masterman

During bright hours of the day's perfect reason
We pay our dues, with studied politeness
To debts of logic: But after dark things are different

We pull up the covers, turn backs on ambiguity
Only to fall down again into insanity; calamity
Fire, flood, and eternal damnation

Over and over again, in the disordered night
We must give up the dominions of order,
The principalities of purpose

Because a balance has to be maintained
To keep everything co-existing in equilibrium
Cognitive reliance versus cognitive dissonance

If well ordered thought were to usurp
Chaos and disorder, only to the single
Decimal point place; there'd be no more dreaming

And as one man's lucidity is another's breakdown
The degrees of sanity would become imagination's playground
With little to distinguish between them

Half the world gone missing suddenly
Might be a catastrophe worthy
Of the stuff of which nightmares are crafted.