there seems to be a bizarre yet extremely intelligent pattern that lies beneath the surface of the way this poem is constructed as well as delivered.

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of the psychotic outskirts of realities insanity.



this is an excellent line... very descriptive of something I have felt...

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Monopolization of eccentric ego stimuli



This is another line of verbal excellence given poetic form...


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swarms of hallucinations clotting time with an
avalanche of bygone intelligence causing an



Quite startling and maybe even puzzling yet I understand it all too well from my own experience of mania. It seems to me that it is not only the words themselves but how they are written, their syllabic flow that creates a deeper pattern in the mind as one reads them... perhaps to be revealed like a time-release capsule... each little beauty at a time.

Blaketheme




"I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole
And leads me by the hand to infinity
That lies in wait at the heart of me"