The voice inside the head
of a frightened madman,
a so-called schizophrenic,
starts humming
like electric wires
in wild winter storms;
it cracks and bursts
like melting ice
in the warm spring thaw;
it becomes insistent, buzzing
like pollen-drunk bees
round hot summer hives;
it grumbles and gathers
like swirling eddies
of autumn leaves,
dancing death
in the city streets.
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