Edge of Sanity
Poem for Day 014 - 20150114
Here I am on the edge of sanity,
realm of those lost of soul,
where the threads of humanity
tremble at what lays beyond.
Butterfly, flying free above,
allow me to crawl inside
your empty cocoon, shelter within,
so I can be birthed again.
There I command the arts
to name my soul in terms
of mankind's highest dreams
made real by the artist's goal.
Stroke the painter's brush,
trace the poet's pen,
snap the photographer's pic,
mold the potter's pot.
Take solace in the art,
wrapped around, enveloped so,
borne to god's gentle touch
as reality is bravely resewn.
Embrace sanity within the fantasy,
find the soul on the silk of words,
combine the threads on potter's wheel
to weld a vision of what lays beyond.
One again I am on the edge of sanity,
chrysalis of art's vast domain,
ready to look over the edge
to see the universe look back at me.
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