Iota
…I crafted iambuses about the last
desperate cry of the lunatic
before they secured him in the straitjacket.
The Final Moment of his freedom
he declared, like the right
granted to him by the ineffable: what
he thought his rightful
right was upon the earth
I crafted iambuses about my steps
along the desolate path of the desert and
I thought that if everyone on earth
was logical, the logic
would have lost its meaning
and I said,
that I liked them to call me crazy
so that I could add to the earth’s
equilibrium
like the meaning of shed blood and
I discovered the essence
of the creator’s artwork
that carries along its purpose
in the lunacy of most people.
