Insanity is More Complicated Than You Think

The Good Book says we are all gods

Diminutive “g” with strange and simple choices that would overwhelm Olympus

No one warns you of the consequences while wielding the power of will

Without curriculum, no tests to fully prepare us for intentional acts, we commit great evils because…we can

We are dark entities – creating life and death on whim

Divine beings with a tragic dictum of laissez-faire freedom

Lovecraftian horrors beyond boundaries of fiction

I want to serve my fellows in the pantheon of ego

I want to love someone enough to ruin their life

I want to ride the Ferris Wheel and never give up my seat, until revolving colors and popping lights are edible and I can take them with me, in me

While we break each other with candy coated shells of insulation and mow each other down with bullets the flavor of indignation

I can't even categorize all the species of camouflage moving amongst us

I only recognize my own – sarcastic, metaphorical, and leafy

A real showstopper with a dwindling audience

Continually searching for my sartorial twin, we’ll build a home together

Or at least a wall

And all who pass by will ask with no answer, “Why is that wall screaming?”