On peripheries of madness,
sanity desires
it must built a home.
What are the limits of insanity,
where it meets sagacity.
Do they share a common ground,
A no man's land?
Are they,
the two sides of a coin,
sandwiching the core,
core that is sense
and nonsense
at the same time.
What are the chances of diffusion,
what is the reality of condensation?
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