words

how does one explain

the act

of creation:

not rational, not conscious,

not sane.

writing is an act

of madness,

your thoughts

are not your own.

stories are tapeworms

parasites that burrow into your veins

to taste the sweet nectar

of sentience.

for that is

the greatest gift

you can give

a word:

consciousness.

to be awake

and aware,

nonexistent eyes

opening into a world

that is not our own.

creation

and madness

are both synonyms

and antonyms.

creation cannot exist

without madness

and yet

it is also

the cure.