Visions of a madman
I sit in darkness, restless
assembling tendrils of random thought
my minds eye flashes with dream like scenes
I long to express my visions and conceptualization
My mind is racing, churning, from simple to sublime
Considering mysterious realms that give a mind sight
My heart whispers of a misty lost vision
Mental construct, I build a world of wonder and cerebral flight
no spires too high nor space too deep
I soar on gossamer wings through breathless nebula
I am endless in possibilities and span the vicissitudes of time
twinkling cluster of stars I pluck your essence as fruit
space and time have no meaning but reference to the eye
I am eternal, and in my consciousness see the face of God
Is this heaven, or just the visions of a madman
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