I exist in the dark
sleekly fragmented shadows
on walls of your imagination
I am unseen
I have learned to blend in
with crepuscular shades
I am unheard of,
I hide in the twilight hour of our gnarled sense of lucidity.
I am the reason you second guess reality,
find fantasy where there is no fantasy to be found.
And when you think you see me,
you push your nose against the spun-glass barrier thrusting you back into concreteness
you are falling through a net unable to hold your fragile consciousness for much longer.
This is insanity.