#writingexchange #creativeMadness

"Creative Madness"

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There was no such thing as hunger,
primitive, running unattended
the long road that led nowhere,
in blind pursuit of nothing,
madness filling all corners,
and so was light among that madness.

Yet it was making life happen,
the madness, sheer power
driving forward the uncontrolled,
the whole, the stunning thunder
of blood filling veins and muscles,
stomping hard the fake, the farces.

And the normal, the obscure limit
that so narrowly tied the masses,
their closed view of searing,
insane classes, caged the others
like nothing, ignored and lifeless,
them also caged, like rotting carcasses.

But madness found its way out,
out of the cage, it flew, it yelled
and growled, creating new shapes,
and sounds, and fought against the tides
of sanity bringing it down,
wanting to cage it back on the ground.

This fight went on, and it still happens,
the mad people fighting in dwindling numbers,
the sane, chained, unforgiving uppers,
building cages to enclose their blindness
and those defiant with creative madness.
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