MADNESS
Temperate minds
are the perfect soil for madness,
where waters seem calm
yet ideas bubble and boil.
Beneath our thoughts, madness
takes on
a thousand shapes and sizes,
synchronizing with the world outside.
It hides effortlessly
among the colors of art,
the coral of literature,
almost invisible
to the predators of illusion.
It looks like a peaceful reef,
yet it is healthy madness
that swims toward evolution.
Every sublime creation
is a madness
that has risen to the surface.
Poem
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