old madness resurrected and uninvited

but clearly bethought and well remembered,

surfaced,

and it does not feel mad right now. it feels real and

it feels true and true is all i have. all my own.

because maybe i do not know what

true true is, and maybe my ruler is a figment only

whereby whatever i measure is too light

and too much like those colanders i like,

and my truth runs through the holes

where it is never gathered or pooled and it just

flows down my mind-stream and now

this feels very much like closing time

seasofme050715parallaxis