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In full flight from reality, the angels of madness dwell,
Taken with delusions that can be seen by them, they openly share.
All things forbidden by the of conformity, taking on patterns and color,
We lay down, exhausted, drawing breath from unseen 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 life clearly than Ive ever seen it before.
Unmasked, the twisted pain and pleasure of the of this loser, so brazenly rare.

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

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

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

The poet nodded, as if, with a dare and a snare
He took my challenge, and we knew this,
Of our connectivity with those of madness, everywhere.