Madness moves selflessly

Never giving thought to it's own exhaustion

A lesson may be learned

Time may protest it's potency

Still

I cannot deny these acutely defined distractions

Whose hysterically sublime patronage only rendered time irrelevant

Nor can I negate notions of fine line fanatics

Whose frenzied flight only solidified a world's absurd rotation

So I excuse myself from this more conventional navigation

Knowing that time spent stagnant can only perpetuate presumption

Knowing that a mind concluded before the void consumes...

Is indeed

A mind worth rearranging