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

The beat poet a box from under his bed, half-propped on one elbow,
He with intrigue as I drew life from his perceptions, scrawled out,
In pencil, he portrayed life more clearly than Ive 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 words and cadence, and un-rhymed,
Said it and clearer than excerpts, refined.

After meeting for coffee at a caf, I took him to see my new dwelling.
Once there, I took out my list of lovers to vex, lighting the 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 read his ranting for hours, unaware
the sharing of our souls was a mutual purging and cleansing
We each others imprisoned emotions, all laid open and bare.

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