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In full flight from reality, the misunderstood of madness dwell,
with delusions that can only be seen by them, they openly share.
All things by the walls of conformity, taking on patterns and color,
We lay down, exhausted, breath from unseen forces everywhere.

The beat poet took a box from under his bed, on one elbow,
He watched with as I drew life from his perceptions, scrawled out,
In pencil, he portrayed more clearly than Ive ever seen it before.
Unmasked, the twisted pain and pleasure of the of this loser, so brazenly rare.

I closed my eyes and captured moment in time.
The and cadence, mismatched and un-rhymed,
Said it and clearer than excerpts, refined.

meeting for coffee at a local caf, I took him to see my new dwelling.
Once there, I took out my of lovers to vex, lighting the corner with fire,
Reciting an incantation Id made up then and there; his expression
The corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes danced with a fear he knew.

We looked into each others souls in silence, and he in my torment.
Like the night I casually read his for hours, unaware
the sharing of our souls was a mutual purging and cleansing
We released each others imprisoned emotions, all laid and bare.

The beat poet nodded, as if, with a and a snare
He my challenge, and we knew this, aware
Of our with those angels of madness, everywhere.