The Antithetical Guide To Insanity Poem by Leon Moon

The antithetical guide to insanity.
Nostrils smeared in candle wax,
Temporal infusions of eternity;
He's destitute, and intact.

The decaying paupers wish.
I tip myself into the sidewalk,
Rectifying love to a reflective edifice;
Offering change, he does not talk.

The incomprehensible comfort-ability of space.
Desperate Sun! - Dispersing in ripples of desire…
You choose how far your lover can chase!
"He doesn't believe I see him - but I know he's there! "

The last believable effigy of despair.
I do not know who the woman is I've lost,
Cultivated oblivion, a womb dividing the air;
Although he's mute, she understands love from his trust.

The question interrogating man's first conception of Dawn.
She is the hunger relapsing in the expectation of vertigo,
A rediscovered mother, the plateau where every man is born;
It's obvious, he will never have anywhere to go.

The poet replenishes a universal seed.
A new kind of winter arises from this dream,
Another heaven, from the mind that never sleeps;
Will he ever believe it's only him she seeks?

The revelation of a silence we can only retrieve.
Awoken to praise the mystery they both become,
Sacrificing choice, they mould into each other's soul, and breathe;
"He craves the need that I believe him - she is all that I love! "

The last believable effigy of despair.
I do not know who the woman is I've lost,
Cultivated oblivion, a womb dividing the air;
Although she's mute, he understands love from her trust…