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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 walls of conformity, on patterns and color,
We lay down, exhausted, drawing from unseen forces everywhere.

The beat poet took a box under his bed, half-propped 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 life of loser, so brazenly rare.

I closed my eyes and captured this in time.
The and cadence, mismatched and un-rhymed,
Said it plainer and clearer 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 Id made up right then and there; his expression
The corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes danced with a fear he knew.

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

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