what do the mad offer a world encased in a turgid rationality
the mad whore an indistinguishability of reason unreason
and all those relatives
the mad with money who sit on perches of money and die
the mad without money who wandering wallow and die
the mad with a little money who die
with their fragments of fragments and broken poetry
swallowed quite whole and unnoticed like insectdust down the worlds vast gullet
which only seems vast buts tinier than dust
mad and madder madderest
you we they i the mad
bears in their roundup and bees in our sonnets
birds in our logos and mad in our logos
dao be the evening day seem the night
utter me a syllable my friend from some udders of fiends
and lets go down to dark by the impossible tongue
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