A symphony of the lowest bells overcoming walls

I

I juggle with shades and figures and also skulls

Vicious and virtuous

Sinister and righteous

Vile and saintly

And that goes on and on and on

Countless shades that conceal the sun and quaintly

Also the mournful moon withdrawn

Multitudinous figures who speak and screech

And conjure from the vessel adrift of humanity

Myriad skulls with freedom of speech

Or wouldn't they be inhumanity

There is insanity in my sanity

I like to be in the drift

To go with the flow

To be unattached of enlist

For lost causes and “shows”

There is insanity in my sanity!

I like to sail more than a smidgen

To grasp and see the proper bliss:

From fear comes religion

From insanity comes questionings, comes this

Oh, yes! There is insanity in my sanity!

II

I keep juggling with my depth and core

Hopping from one to another

Cautiously not to let any of them drop for

The stream of existence or it will be smothered

And I’ll lose my sense of course

Leading me towards my martyr

Wave by wave sinking my vital force

Until the border of overwhelming disorder

That is imminent but in slow-motion

For I’ve yet an entire ocean

To sail across before I diagnose if I’m:

**The death of my hero

Or

The hero of my death

?**

III

Sound waves of a drifting symphony

Leads me to where the curious compass points

For I'm a sailor simply for another epiphany

And to inscribe the momentum with paints

Of memories of a posterior I

Ready to retry

Indeed I sail through an immaterial hour

For I'm a sailor until the idyllic harbor

That arises in the unending horizon

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