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Acute Ingenuity
 
I must covet the images that run scared.
Quivers of scenes move unhurried
From the outer edges.
 Past specters seeped in-between my pores,
While I was looking.
Hiding in the pigment until the rage was the
Perfect hue.
 
Not sane, not insane.
 
Illogical proviso dangle and entice my
Madness.
They have remained covert since the
Foray.
Focus now. . You can see them
Move beneath the skin.
Upward.
A march to madness.
Only a mind mass can obstruct
Effectively.
I believed tunnel vision would bar
The door.
 
Nothing in, less out.
 
But my breach of buoyancy in reality
Is what they needed to grow in
Force.
I will take it all back.
I can do that you know.
The crazy can do that.
And if you can see the bumps
Scurry under my tent. .
Know they will sniff out your
Weakness.
That’s what the over achievers call
Insanity.
 Instead of failure, I chose
Lunacy.
Any excuse is better than
None.. . They say.
 
They.
 
Say.
 
 
 
By: K. Mulroney
10-21-2006
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