MUCH madness is divinest sense,
for the naturally inclined
toward the colorful; hence –
a world where matter lies
in erroneous order:
the nagging flies are,
stately kings – kings who fall
to reverence when,
the cavalcade of ignorant childs
whisper truths like
‘this one is mine’, in tones of such
finality they are proclaimed as law;
their confidence boundless and
raw with unabashed passion – while,
the worms remain unturned in beds,
mouthing silently unspoken poems.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
MUCH madness is divinest sense,
for the naturally inclined
toward the colorful; hence –
a world where matter lies
in erroneous order:
the nagging flies are,
stately kings – kings who fall
to reverence when,
the cavalcade of ignorant childs
whisper truths like
‘this one is mine’, in tones of such
finality they are proclaimed as law;
their confidence boundless and
raw with unabashed passion – while,
the worms remain unturned in beds,
mouthing silently unspoken poems.
For Dickinson.
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