Creativity
Is derived from insanity.

Monsters stir in the shadows
For mild attention.
When they know you’ve seen
Them
With their sticks and boots
They have you
They back you
Up against the interior
Of your thoughts,
Make you inferior
Before pushing you through
The thin membrane
That holds imagination at bay.

Falling.
Breathtaking.
Darkness.

We’re here with you
You’re here with us…
The thread on your right
Connects us all-
Find it!
Feel around in the pitch black
Until you touch it
Follow it
If you let go
Come find it again…
If you can.

I let go.
Shocking shudders burst
Through my spine
When I
Grazed the thread
With my seeking hands.
My head
Knew the gravity of mankind-
It was then
I was aware
I could never seek the thread
Again.

…fear I will find it.

…beg to find it.

…recoil at its slightest touch.

The contradictions of the mind
To leap out of the darkness
With jokers’ masks
Hunting knives
And demons’ breath…
Only to be seen in a memory flash.
Emotions bubble and purr
Up the sides of each thought
In repetition
And together the two mate
Birthing
The contradictions of the mind
To leap out of the darkness
With jokers’ masks
Hunting knives
And demons’ breath…
Only to be seen in a memory flash.
Emotions bubble and purr…

No one is there to concur
With the fright nor
Deny any sight unseen.

Monsters
Have become obsolete
To self
To you
To me.

Imagination of darkness
Invokes
Darkness of imagination
Pushed
Into destroying the self,
The thread-
The membrane has healed,
Sealed.

Locked inside.

Creativity
Is derived from insanity.

©Jen2010 8-14