and there it is, my descent into madness. But what you call madness is my clarity. My self-realization would be stigmatized by your ignorant labels. Amazing how what we, well, what you don't understand is suddenly the enemy
Which was my epiphany, I feel like an enemy, a demon, a virus, because I am because you don't understand me that's how you see me what I am, is an artist a minority among the untaught evils that rule our society
So instead of me speaking like a rebel without a cause I'll talk to you like an artist. I'm Raffiki in a space-suit, I'm ice king in a nebula. I'm so spaced out that my toes dance on the belt that bind big planets long story short I'm a wizard, I'm not of this world and never have been
My tenth (and probably the shortest) poem in this collection. I wrote this after a talk with a (not so) old woman about why I feel so deeply. And feel so different.