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and watch the phoenix rise.

I wrote this when I was fourteen... so 2003 I think. One of the last poems I wrote before dropping out of school. :)

=============CRAZY IS=============

Crazy is
the vague notion
that there is something
beyond the limited vision of the eye
and the pupil contracting and retracting
in a bright light;

Crazy is
the light at the end of the tunnel,
or perhaps it's just
another lost traveler
with nothing but a candle
to light his way;

Crazy is
the love of night
unlit by a gleaming moon or specks of stars
too far to reach in a thousand lifetimes
and even the clouds
are beyond the limit;

Crazy is
the need to touch the storm gathering above
and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow that follows
but no matter how high you jump
you can never reach the sky;

Crazy is
always following the next horizon
in the hope of someday catching it
just for the sake of reaching
the point between earth and heaven
and beginning and end;

Crazy is
impatiently waiting for death
because you have known life
a decade or ten too long
and want to see if anything comes after
and if there is song
and if there is a heaven
and meaning
and salvation;

Crazy is
alternate sanity
collapsing in a shower of sparks
to bring the fires
to burn the lies and truths together,
to let it all
crumble to ashes
and watch the phoenix rise.


Ki put this a couple of places, one remains in a Dart gallery, where it appears as a block of words without stanza edits: http://kiota.deviantart.com/art/Crazy-Is-63417845

She takes us to the final word with one of her most powerful images anywhere, anytime. 2003, 2007, 2015, always.