Sane Insanity

This comes and goes in waves, 

You know.

Sometimes it's fast,

And sometimes it's slow.

I have a knack for communing,

With well-displaced minds:

Dancing on words,

As all conscious thought unwinds.

I need not a drip

Nor a drop to understand

The ramblings and ravings

Of a so-called madman.

I can swim on a song,

And paint with a wall,

And speak all the language 

That came 'fore the fall.

Let me run down your nerves

As yu twitch and you turn

Though I've ne'er tasted the substance,

I know how it burns

With a fire so warm

and an ice so cold

as the walls melt away

and the colors grow bold

as the nonsense non-nonsense becomes

and squares return cirlces

when the clock back-forth runs

as the thoughts become sounds

and the sounds weight a ton

as they toss you about

gently, but swiftly, too.

To speak, sane, insanity,

Is a mind's cyclical coup.