Within the brilliant light of madness:
A star and a child, an orange and a plum.
Within reach, the shelf is bending over
Full of every supply you may need but do not want.
No matter. There is no thought coming from colors,
No features, no diagrams, no, not anything.
Within the brilliant light of madness:
An ocean churns great waves into rainbows,
The water lukewarm, better than a bath,
Everything in its place even when a place is not needed.
No matter. Nothing slips through the beams and glitter,
The well-lit back scores of music and melody.
Within the brilliant light of madness:
The man stands as tall as he can to change the bulb,
Lets the greens and blues ooze over him,
Smiles into the camera waving in the distance,
But it is of no matter. Solids vibrate into steam,
Liquids dissolve into melting glass and ice cubes.
Within the brilliant light of madness:
Nothing is safe and everything is safe.
No one is innocent and everyone is innocent.
The guilty and the not guilty line up side by side.
This, too, is not a problem. All that is needed
Adds, subtracts, multiplies and divides.
2 always equals 3.